Nyx looked at him, her face saddened. "Oh.." She looked down at his hand and slowly placed her hand on top of his. "I was sent here five.. almost six.. months ago," She pulled up the sleeves to her shirt exposing bright big pinks scars all over her arms. "I tried to commit suicide by cutting my wrists; I was also sent because I am Schizophrenic and I have self-harmed before my attempt." She sighed as she stared at her arms. "My family... Well that's a different story. They are all society beautiful, rich and then there is me. I failed school multiple times, I wasn't their definition of beautiful, I had different interests and beliefs than them. They made me feel worse than I had already felt and school wasn't a big help.."