What a wonderful world

Hug me, I'm scared

*Crash*.

I run up the stairs and carefully shut my bedroom door behind me.

*Bang*

I change silently out of my uniform and dart under the covers.

*Thud*.... *Thump*

I pull the duvet up over my head, If i can't see or hear it, it's not happening

*Crash*... Whimper*.... *Creak, Creak, Creak*.

I hold my breath as he comes up the stairs, once he's in his room I'm safe, i only wish the same could be said for her. I hear his bedroom door slam and relax slightly. I dare not move for fear of him hearing me, best he doesn't realise I'm here.

I reach into my coat, slung over my wardrobe door, for my phone. post a cute selfie to twitter, taken days ago, before the bruises. 'Long shift today, at least my eyeliner was on point', send.

I start to scroll a bit, Mark Hoppus is making football puns, someone ran into The Midnight Beast whilst out shopping, cute band edits. A little buzz notifies me that someone likes my picture. I check my notifications, Drew Woolnough. We met a few years ago through mutual friends at an internet gathering in Hyde Park, but there were so many people there that I got little more than his twitter handle, we like something of eachother's every now and then, send a witty reply. He was nice I guess.

After getting my fill of other people's lives, I decide to text Adam, my boyfriend. 'Home safe, really tired, talk tomorrow x'. He's a great guy but after two and a half years, I'm getting kinda bored, still, I should be moving away soon, off to make my fortune at University, I won't feel bad for leaving him behind but best keep him around til then, he's sweet and treats me well, can't complain really.

I move across the various forms of social media, liking, reblogging and sharing all over the place until the sleepy takes over the fear and I drift off into sweetness.