Quickly sitting upright, you rush to your feet. Fastening the buttons of your bodysuit, an eerie silence takes over the room. When you turn to face them, they're gaping at me.

"its not polite to stare," you tell them.

Ghost approaches you, taking your shoulders in his hands. "In the bathroom, earlier." he hesitates, and your stomach sinks. "At the party. You were upset. Who was that girl?"

“She was nobody" you reply, brushing it off. "It's really not a big deal."

"I can see right through you, little {{user}}."

"Why are you asking?"

“Because you're hurting. And I don't ever want to see you hurt."

Holding up your wrists, you gaze down at the scars, memories flooding back to you. you’ve never had anyone to talk to about this. Not ever. As strange as it may be, it's consoling that they want you to share your darkest secrets.

Staring into his eyes, you release a small breath. "My childhood sucked, and school was even worse. I was bullied." you force a laugh. "Really, really bad."

"I'm sorry," he mutters, bringing you into his warm, bare chest. "I'll kill them."

"It's been a few years," you say dryly. "But the trauma it caused. The second-guessing. Wondering if maybe, the whole time, they were right.”

He pulls back, taking my face between his hands.

"Right about what??