Tearin came back a lot later than an hour.. I think. I didn't bother to check the clock until just before he came in. He had changed, showered and held a med kit. "Why don't we fix you up." He said coming over to me.

I don't thing what ever he had in that little box was going to fix me. Maybe my body.. but not me. I didn't say anything though. I just let him wrap up wounds I was too distracted to even notice. Like the scratches on my arms or the scratch on my face or my wrist. Of course he wrapped up my ankle. It was swollen and as big as a softball and hurt like crazy. When he finished it reminded me of one of those things that people who are being watched by the police get. Those anklet things. It was like that. It would be the sign that I did something wrong in my life.

I think for the first time in my life I want to see my parents again.