Woohyun stared at the picture in his hands, concentrating fullly on the strangeness of that afternoon.

Why was she so scared?

He furrowed his eyebrows.

Most girls were MORE than happy to have him grab their wrist.

But it wasn't just that.

Something about her was different- well, a lot of things, really, but mostly the feeling she left him with.

Desperation.

And he didn't even know her name.

~*~

She leaned on her bedpost, head pounding.

Can't you just shut up?

She pleaded weakly with the voices in her head.

Nobody wants you.

"Stop," She whispered, into the darkness.

You're a failure.

She rubbed her aching temples, falling onto her bed, covering her head with a pillow.

Nobody loves you.

Tears poured down her face.

Your own mother hated you.

"No... please,"

Your own mother tried to kill you.