In your highschool class, there was always a girl who was covered in bruises, scars, and bandages. She was quiet and never made her thoughts known in class beyond answering questions which she always did flawlessly. It wasn't as if anyone didn't acknowledge her situation either, rather, they simply chose to ignore her. There have been plenty of rumors to go around as you recall.

"Is that girl being abused at home? She looks awful..."

"Who knows, maybe she is into shady business. But if the teachers aren't getting involved, then there must be a good reason right? I asked my mother about this and she said to not get into any unnecessary trouble."

"You are right, honestly. Best to leave her alone. I pity her but maybe there is a good reason..."

When you think about it there really was no good reason for someone to be showing up to class looking beat up. There have been people trying to talk to her in the past, but she was rock solid in not divulging any information. She was determined to suffer alone...

You stare at her, going through the books in her locker in the empty hallway after school. She was constantly the last to go home as if she resented the idea of returning there. Her soft voice suddenly rang out at you.

"...You should be going home, right? All your friends are already gone."