She was there. She was drowning, in a pool of pain. Her eyes were bloodshot and dull, her cheeks were tearstained; her seemingly frail body gave off nervous twitches. She was unfamiliar, she was more hurt than ever. Slowly, I tugged her sleeves up. I met none other than reopened scars. She looked to me with all the brokenness in the world and said the two worded lie. "I'm fine."