Rebecca pulled down the sleeves of her hoodie yet again, scared to show her arms after last night. Her mom had been drunk, she’d gotten angry and had smashed a bottle on Rebecca’s arms

she turned away from you, ignoring your worried looks and questions about why she was hiding her arms. She didn’t want to burden you, you didn’t need another problem to deal with “ ‘m fine…” she mumbled, trying to blink back the tears in her eyes “just cold…”