I laid down on the couch in the living room of the apartment that Mike and I share. I have a beer in my hand and I'm watching some random show on HBO. I'm trying to figure it out but all that I keep seeing is an annoying blond chick who keeps fucking a vampire. I hit info and it said that the show is called TrueBlood. Weird. I got bored and stood up, turning off the t.v. I noticed that my beer is gone so I went into the kitchen and put it in the recycling bin. Now with the t.v off, I can hear Mike perfectly as he is fucking some fake ass bimbo in his room. I mean if he likes them like that, who am I to judge? I walked past his room smirking and went into my room. I remember the first time that I had sex. I actually popped my cherry with Mike. We've been friends since kindergarten and when we were 16, we decided that we were going to lose it with someone that we truly love, so we did it together. Now 10 years later, and we are still in each other's lives. I mean hell, we live together. Now try to remember who you had sex with for the first time and tell me that you're still in contact. We've done it twice total. We got drunk a few years ago at a party and you know how that shit goes.

"Oh Mike!" I heard from across the room. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at them and I could hear Mike laughing at me. I've brought home some of my special friends before and he's told us to shut up and stop making him want to throw up with all the groans. I stripped out of all my clothes and walked over to my bathroom that was connected to my room. I stared at myself in the mirror and looked at my tattooed body. I looked at my pierced face and smiled when I thought about when Mike and I got our Medusa's done together. I looked at my thighs and sighed. My cuts are starting to heal. I started cutting about a year ago when my mother died of cancer. She was my only parent, my father was a deadbeat and didn't want anything to do with me. I became depressed and suicidal. I knew that I could never leave Mike by killing myself, so I secretly cut myself. I hate it. So much. I wish I could stop, but it's an addiction. I can't wait to get my thighs tattooed so that I have no where else to cut. There is no way in hell that I will ever cut over a tattoo.

I stepped into the shower and felt the hot water hit my face and work on the knots in my neck. My thighs started to sting with the hot water, but I'm used to it. When I got done shaving my entire body and washing up, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my torso. I went into my room and got changed into some sweatpants and a tank top. I left my bedroom and went into the kitchen. I grabbed some cold pizza and sat down on the couch, turning the t.v. back on. I switched it to Show Time and Shameless, my favorite show, was playing. It's only one season so far, but I love it so much. I smiled and got comfortable. After about 15 minutes, I heard Mike's bedroom door open and I heard someone go to the front door. It opened and I heard someone leave. I look behind me from couch and Mike was in the kitchen grabbing cold pizza too. He was shirtless, and I must admit, my best friend is fucking sexy. He walked into the living room and sat down next to me. "You're watching Shameless without me, Trinity?" He asked me. I gave him a cheeky grin and he threw a pillow at my face, smiling back at me.