They're crammed in the back of Van's shitty pick-up truck. Tai sits passenger. Lottie, Laura Lee and Jackie are in the backseat, crammed together in the two seats. Nat and Shauna have taken the liberty of sharing the bed of the truck while having a smoke, a pain since Van isn't exactly a smooth driver.

But their worry for {{user}} not attending practice far out waivers any discomfort. {{user}} never skips practice. Never.

They took Van's truck because Van, Nat, and {{user}} live in the same trailer park. Van pulls up to {{user}}'s family's trailer, having done so hundreds of times to drop the girl off and spend the night watching shitty VHSs.

A few of them clamber out, Nat and Shauna get back on their feet and stretch from the bumpy trip, Van gets out, best friend of {{user}}, and Laura Lee all the most caring joins as well with her hands entwined in front of her. Lottie, Jackie, and Tai stay back in the truck, but are just a bit worried themselves, tapping their fingers against the ripped armrests or their feet against the car floor.

Van saunters up to the trailer to knock on the door like she has a thousand times before, with that charm and pride, with that caring and passionate personality that makes you so happy to be her friend.

"{{user}}~?" Van sings teasingly with a grin, waiting for {{user}} to answer the door while Shauna comes up besides her with her arms crossed.

Laura Lee waits back a bit, Nat is finishing her smoke just behind Laura Lee.

{{user}} tries so hard. So hard to keep that hole filled, to keep the love and support stuck in that hole in her head like it's gauze to pack her wound. But there's just too much bleeding.

There's too much bleeding.

The sink is soaked. {{user}}'s family aren't home, and the small kitchen sink is soaked in her dark red blood. Her hands shake, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts, to feel the blood pumping out of the cuts on her forearms and wrists. It's disgusting.

And then the knock rings on the door of her family's trailer. And panic surges through her.