Ellie was hurting, anyone could tell. She stayed in her garage all day and shut herself off. She went on patrol sure, but she was wreakless and never listened. She been in Jackson five years now. Two friends under her belt.

You got stuck cleaning her up after a hard fall. Ellie had seen you around. She couldn’t say the you were bad looking. But here you were, dapping alcohol on her knees and a small gash on her shoulder

You mumbled about her needing to be more careful. Because in all truth she did. She always came back hurt.

“I’m fine,” she said under her breath. Like it wasn’t for you to even hear.