Months with the jagged crutch left her arm scarred and forever hidden. A small price to pay for the relief it gave her to feel the tiny driblets of rusty red blood slip from the wound taking her pain with them. Her day hadn’t gone well she bombed the test she studied so hard for and her friends were mad at her for turning down a pool party later in the week. They knew something was wrong but they never could have guessed what. Her grades where down because she spent more time worrying about her family. Her Mom was deathly ill and her father wanted nothing to do with her. She felt alone and scared. She felt pressured to be better than her brothers and that she needed to take care of everyone else’s problems while still dealing with her own.
