There's a girl over there. I see her pained expression, and my heart aches for her.
It's a wonderful, sunny day, and she's looking at the sun like it's the worst thing in the world. She shifts slightly, and I can see the red lines on her arms. I shiver.
I know what she's been doing. But I don't know if I can help her. I've tried to talk to her on occasion, but she brushed me off like a flea.
I look back at her and suddenly, she's gazing deep into my eyes as if she's trying to say something.
Please, I think. Open up to me. I can help you. I want to help you. Please, give me a chance to help you. You could be so, so brilliant. You're beautiful. But you don't know that. Let me help you.
She looks away, and I sigh, because my message won't get to her this way. Or any other way, because I'm too scared to approach this creature.