He is abused at home... But you punch and kick him. She doesn't talk anymore... It's because she's afraid she is bothering somebody. He comes to school with cat scratches... Everybody knows that's not from the cat. I knew a boy who likes to draw, he drew pictures that nobody saw. He was most artistic late at night, in the bathroom out of sight. He kept a secret that nobody knew, he didn't tell a soul but his gallery grew. His drawings were different no paper, no pen but needed a bandage now and again. We sat by the river under the stars, he rolled up his sleeve and showed me his scars. He felt embarrassed but a bit relieved he looked at his shoe. Then I rolled up my sleeve and said I draw too. She paints a lovely picture, but there is a shocking twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is here wrist. She tried drawing with silver but it came out red.