She lies in her bed. Mouth frozen in a distorted grimace. Eyes closed. Silent tears making their way down towards her pillow.

She sits still.
Alone. Hidden.
Hands clutching the wood under her thighs.
Mouth frozen in a distorted grimace.
Face down. Eyes closed. Silent tears making their way towards the ground.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Calm down. No one sees you.
Releasing the wood.
Clutching it again.
Breathe.
You're safe. No one sees you.
Breathe.
A bump.
Holding her breath.
Oh no.
It's him.
Silence.
Releasing her breath.
What are you afraid of?
Slightly turning her head away.
Clutching the wood tighter.
Breathe.
Releasing the wood.
Quickly clutching it again.
Breathe.
Opening her eyes.
Turning her head. Stolen glance over her shoulder.
The class door.
Them.
Head snapping back to ground. Eyes firmly shut.
Breathe.
He's moving closer, leaning over to look at the door.
It s closed.
You're too close.
Slowly iching away from him.
Don't look at me.
Don't move closer.
This can't go on.
Brea-
Arms around her.
Stiffening. Eyes opening up in alarm. Catching her breath.
Strong arms.
Way too close.
Breathing heavily.
Get off me.
Too close. Too close.
He's standing up, taking her with him.
Can't feel the ground.
Struggling. Too strong. Too weak.
Moving towards the door.
No!
Yes.
Struggling harder. Making him walk sideways for a second.
Still moving towards the door.
Tears streaming down her face.
They mustn't see me.
Stopping.
Still holding her tight.
Why?
Breathing heavily.
They mustn't see me cry.
Weak.
Still standing.
Still crying.
It's weakness.
They'll laugh. Mock.
Silence.
Breathe.
Have they ever done it?
No.
They haven't.
Who has?
Others.
Before this school.
Breathe.
When I cried.
Her feet on the ground.
Still holding tight.
They'll do, too.
Breathe.
If they see me cry.
No, they won't.
They will.
You know they won't.
Weak.
Y-yes.
Breathe.
Well, then.
Moving towards the door.
No!
Laughter on the other side of the door.
They won't harm you.
Struggling desperate.
Door open. Inside.
Silence.
Just look down.
Breathe.
Just look down.
One hand releasing its grip.
Breathe.
Don't look up.
Hand finding her jaw, pressing it upwards.
Jaw set. Eyes shut.
His face beside hers.
Whisper in her ear.
Look.
Slowly. Shaking her head.
His cheek almost touching hers.
See what I see.
Breathe.
Slowly. Opening her eyes.
Red eyes meeting several pairs of worried eyes.
Back to her ear.
You're crying.
A swift, angry movement towards him. Stopping midways. Halfway looking down.
Breathe.
Can you hear it?
Silence.
No laughter. No mocking.
Looking at them again.
Breathe.
Closing her eyes. Bowing her head.
Outside.
He's holding her.
Breathe.
Silent tears.
Breathe.
Trying.
No one can see me.
They'll just...
I saw you.
Stiffening.
Holding her.
Too close.
Breathe.

And she lies in her bed. Mouth frozen in a distorted grimace. Eyes closed. Silent tears making their way down towards her pillow.
Breathing heavily, then more and more relaxed. She opens her eyes and switches her lamp beside her bed on. Taking a deep breath.