Shane grabbed the first thing she could find, an old
Nomadics t-shirt and some boxers, and ran into the hall. The bathroom door was
ajar, and she could hear faint sobbing.

Jenny was crouched in the bathtub, which was half filled
with water that had become a sickly pink color. There was blood on the white
porcelain edge of the tub, and more on Jenny’s legs. The girl had taken a small
utility knife and had began opening the just healing scabs on her thigh.

“Oh God, oh Jesus, Jen.” Shane grabbed a towel in one hand
while she gently removed the knife from Jenny’s small white hand. Shane placed
the knife on the floor and pulled Jenny up from the bath, wrapping the towel
around her. Blood trickled down Jenny’s leg.

“It’s not better. Don’t you see, I thought it would help to
remember, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t, it doesn’t.” She kept repeating the words
over and over.

“It’s ok honey, it’s ok.” She wrapped her arms around Jenny and slowly lowered
her to the bathroom floor. Carmen stood transfixed in the doorway. Her mouth
open, her eyes beginning to tear.

“*****, Carmen, don’t ***** just stand there.” Shane snapped.
“Call Dr.
Jameson”

Carmen, shocked out of her stupor by Shane’s harsh words,
ran into her room and found her phone. She called information, not wanting to
take the time to root through Jenny’s room looking for the number.