[Gatlyn's Bedroom...]

Gatlyn laid in bed: holding her body. Shaking as tears ran down her face as she struggled to contain her sobs. Her headphones drowned out the surrounding ambience. She tried to muffle her sobs with the pillow gripped in her hand...as if that even did anything...

The italian sobbed into her bed. Another nightmare... a gentle reminder. Of how hated and isolated she was. Reliving those days. Hiding from her bullies. Trying to avoid being harassed. But occasionally coming home with a bruise or two. She was a strong woman now...but those memories...those bitter memories hurt Gatlyn's soul...

unfortunately as quietly as gatlyn tried to be...someone herd her... she failed to hear her door open and your voice call out to her...