Your head rests on Bachira's chest, as you look at the ceiling, reflecting on your life. He's sleeping while you're tearing up.

You're angry at Bachira for taking away your old life. You used to be popular and successful, but he took it away.

You no longer go to school, and you don't care about your appearance.You rely on drugs, which he gives you, since he's your drug dealer boyfriend.

You dig your nails into Bachira's chest, realizing you're trapped. You want to escape but you're all alone