The moment Lily heard a voice, she glanced up and saw a guy standing there. Upon first inspection, he looked rather sickly due to his pale face and dark eyes. The second thing she noticed was that he had bandages protecting his wrists. Deep in her gut, she felt that he also was one to self-harm. The only difference between his wounds and hers? She kept her cuts concealed in places that were to be shielded by clothing. He also had the appearance of someone who was rather disturbed. Regardless of his appearance, his artwork was beautiful. Simply, she handed the drawings over to him.<br/><br/>"Okay..." she replied to him nervously, "Um, are you selling any of these? I'd like to buy a few of them, but if not, I'm okay with that too." men frightened her immensely, but she knew that she couldn't evade them entirely. She would just have to deal with them in less personal situations. There were going to be incidents where she had to associate herself with them, and this just happened to be one of those times. Awkwardly, she tugged at the hem of her shirt and tried not to make excessive eye contact with the guy before her. Why did this have to happen so soon? She wasn't ready to handle this yet. It was too soon after being released from the psychiatric ward. The demons in her head began taunting her with phrases such as<span style="font-style: italic"> 'he'll rape you...'</span>or<span style="font-style: italic">'why did you ask? He'll end up killing you before it's over with"</span>, and finally the worst one<span style="font-style: italic">'You should just kill yourself so he doesn't have to". </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Damn it, Lily! This is not the time to be a stupid scared pussy! You're just asking him for drawings... but wait, what if he wants to kill you? What if he ends up taking you hostage and torturing you? Remember what the other men did before? That's going to happen to you isn't it? If you get the chance, you can run! Do it now!" </span>her thoughts were beginning to manifest into her brain, and causing a downhill sinking of her mood. Growing pale, her hands began clamming while she broke out into a cold sweat, and her ears rang. However, she remained as composed as possible. Passing out was the last thing that she needed to do.