Something slams into the side of my face, someone just punched me. “I hate you!” she screams, “Don’t you ever talk to me again and don’t even think of coming near me!” I know she doesn’t mean it, she’s upset. It’s happened before, she gets depressed, and then I help her, and she does this, because she doesn’t know how else to react. “Clove,” my voice is just a whisper, but she heard it, “Clove, don’t do this, you don’t have to push me away. You know I’m only helping.” She drops to her knees, face buried in her hands, I almost cry at the site. How can someone that has gone through so much, be reduced to this. I sit next to her; she just falls into my arms.
