I sat there watching her. She looked so innocent. So sweet. But I knew she was broken and hurting. I want to help her but I can't do anything I can't do for myself. I notice her scars. I notice her tears. I notice the pain. I notice everything. I just can't help with it. I want to kiss the pain away. She doesn't know I notice her. I doubt she knows I'm here. I see a group of girls headed her way, "Oh no" I think to myself. Those girls are nothing but trouble. They'll just humiliate her. One of the girls are holding a tray of food over. She goes to dump it on Lynn's head but immediately my other side kicks in and uses my speed to "accidentally" bump into her, spilling it all over herself. "YOU BITCH" she screams.
"Oh God, I am...so sorry. I didn't mean it. Honest. Here let me go and um..get you a napkin....or two....maybe three." I turn to Lynn, "Hey, um..Lynn right?" She nods. "You want to help me get napkins? We're going to need all the help we can get." She looks at me and I make my most nervous expression. Immediately she kicks in and decides to come with me. We never went back. Instead we hid in the girls bathroom.
