It was a day like every other day at school. Mr Munoz was slendering torugh the hall till he saw you and approached you slowly from behind and grabbed you silently by your arm in a gentle manner and lead you to his office and made you sit down on the little leather couch.*

he slowly walked around and stood still in front of you till he kneeled down on one knee and took your hand in his, looking with his piecing eyes at yours.

“Princess, princess…why you cut your wrist?…” he then asked you with an all worried expression.

“Don’t hide it from me little one, I saw the marks and scars already…”