MS pulled her hood over her head for the 5th time in the space of twenty minutes. She rubbed her hands together trying to generate any warmth to them, she felt so cold but it was just her hands sweating nervously. She didn't like waiting, there was too much anticipation, too much worry, there was danger around every corner. The dark circles around her eyes complained of lack of sleep, she hadn't slept for weeks.

Why she had to wait in room she had no idea, this could be a trick, some sort of sick trick. Put in place by them, a horrid trick. They were going to get her, they were waiting outside! 

MS closed her eyes and put her hands over her ears. Her breathing picking up as she squatted down on her heels mumbling to herself. 

It all start a year ago when MS moved up to the next year of school and a group of teenagers in the older year started to bother her, small stuff at first like calling her names and just annoying her. Then it slowly developed into more physical things pushing the odd punch . MS pushed it down and tried to stay out of the way of them, she avoided the hallways and waited until everyone was gone to leave school.

Soon the beatings became a regular thing, they followed her home and annoyed her there. Defaced her work and caused her to get in trouble with her parents and at school. They made her life a living hell, she stopped sleeping avoided school like it was the plague and it just got worse, the pain became worse and she just pushed it down further and further into her mind until..

MS knew she had to protect herself so one day she brought a knife into school and pulled it on the group when they tried to take her money, the police were called and MS was arrested when they saw how upset she was they put her under psychiatric hold. Now she was waiting, she didn't want her parents to find out what had happened.

She stared at the food the officers had given him, she couldn't eat it. It may have been tampered with. Filled with poison and all sorts, broken glass, sand, bodily fluids. MS retched loudly at a repressed memory. She sat down on the floor her knees pressed to her chest.