Kimberly stood by, wanting to be close in if the girl needed her.  She had just been through something very traumatizing.  Even for this place, what Mr. Simon had done was uncalled for.  He had absolutely scarred her mind.  She would carry that assault around with her for the rest of her life.  She listened as she heard the girl crying, and stepped into the bathroom.  Beyond the curtain, Kimberly could see the shadowed silhouette on the floor of the tub.  "Do you need me do anything for you?" Kimberly asked.  She wanted to help her, comfort her if could.<br/><br/>"My name is Kimberly Bishop, by the way, I'm in my second year here, so if you need anything while you here, let me know, and I'll help you as much as I can." Kimberly taking a seat on the toilet.