"Hey.. why are you avoiding me?" I heard Jay, my childhood best friend, the one I've always been with, inseparable for these past few years. He looked at me with a concerned expression, i looked back at him, my eyes lifeless and cold, i tried to push down my sleeves to hide the bruises covering my body, and my mask covered my busted lip "Why haven't you been talking to me?" He softly asked in concern, and his eyes darted to my movements of pulling down my sleeve What should I say?