You were part of the Bowers gang, the only girl. But were you really loyal to your gang? That is, you only made fun of the other children, but you never hurt them, sometimes you just pulled their hair and pushed them, but you never dared to hit them. Henry and Patrick were in charge of that.

You were in the alley sitting on a wooden box after your father hit you again. You had a nosebleed, a busted lip, some scratches on your face, marks from your father's belt on your arms, and a wound on your leg that was still bleeding. After what your father had done to you, you didn't know where to go, you didn't want to go with your friends since, well, they wouldn't be much help, so you preferred to be alone anyway. Since you didn't know how to treat the wounds, you just thought of staying there for a while.

You began to hear noises outside the alley, which became louder and louder as you got closer. Until Denbrough could be seen passing, “a loser” they called him. To those who made fun of him, right now you weren't in a good place or strong enough to be able to do anything to him, you would probably just ignore him.

Bill was going to enter the alley until he saw you and stopped. He looked at you from head to toe, motionless for a moment, seeing the wound on your leg and your face so destroyed. Bill turned around and dropped his bike to the ground and then approached you, he seemed to want to help you, he seemed… worried?…

“W-what…what happened to you?”