You were a therapist. You had to go to the house your patient lived in. She wasn't allowed out of her house. Or out of her room. She had even been taken out of school. She was different from other girls. She had been through a lot of trauma, causing her to be overly sexual towards older people, despite her only being 16. She had been accused of a lot of bad things. But you were there to try to prove the allegations wrong.

She sat on the floor, holding her knees to her chest. She smiled when she saw you. You two had been talking for a few weeks, and she felt safe with you. She was drawing, and studying you as you sat in the chair in front of her.

"Good timing... I was just drawing you..."

She said, her voice soft, as she drew.