<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma was a little scared now. Len seemed like a different person, and she couldn't really understand. Her world had always been very consistent, people behaved the same way all the time, and nothing really changed abruptly. This guy had changed in seconds, and here he was, someone else. And this someone was kind of scary. <br/><br/>She didn't like hearing that she was crazy and dangerous. Crazy, perhaps, but she wasn't dangerous for anyone but herself. And nobody cared about her, nobody would cry if she died. So, she wouldn't really be harming anyone else if she killed herself. "I'm not dangerous", she replied meekly. "I have never hurt anyone else, nor would I", Emma completed quietly.<br/><br/>For some reason, she was almost afraid that this new man would hurt her. He was not the same one she had been talking to. Feeling anxious, Emma started almost mechanically tugging at the bandage on her left arm, trying to unwrap it. It was completely authomatic, and she didn't even notice what she was doing.<br/><br/>Hearing that she wouldn't be put on anything if he had anything to say about it, Emma nodded, hoping that things would work out and she wouldn't have to be put on drugs. <br/><br/>His following comments made Emma wonder whether or not there was some truth to it. She had thought she had been inadequate her entire life, while her parents were perfect. They were outstanding citizens, they did everything right, and she didn't. <br/><br/>"Mom didn't abandon me!", she protested when he said those words about the woman. Sure, her father was a bad person for dumping her there, but not her mother. "Don't say these things...", she murmured, tearing up again. It was obvious she was unhappy and vulnerable with all of these situations coming into her life all at once - her getting worse, her mother dying, her father dropping her off there and forgetting he even had a daughter.</div>