It was 11pm and my friends had dragged me to this rager house party. It wasn’t really my scene. Everyone was on drugs and I was sober, but I didn’t wanna flake on my friends. I walk into a bathroom, needing some space from the music and smoke. Just to find a girl with tears in her eyes holding her own hair as she leaned over the toilet. I couldn’t help but feel bad she was all alone so I crouched next to her and twisted her hair around my fingers to hold it back. “Hey are you alright?”