Miku listened to Eve, but she couldn't keep her focus and only listened to half of what the young girl was saying. It was rude, sure. But she just couldn't get herself to concentrate. It was a combination of still feeling a bit angry, and her stomach was growling, and she could feel Steven's gaze on her. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it still made her blush because she had a bit of a crush on him.<br/><br/>The rest of the time in the morning session went by quickly. It was a little after 11:30 when Amy dismissed the group for the fifteen minute break before the next session started up. Miku took a deep breath, and was about to stand up when she felt a gentle hand on her arm. She looked down and saw Steven staring at her. The dark haired girl turned to face him.<br/><br/>"Miku..." He spoke softly. Hearing him speak her name like that made her heart flutter in her chest. Part of his face was obscured by his asymmetrical dark hair. It took Miku a moment to find her voice.<br/><br/>"Yes?" She asked, just as softly as he had said her name.<br/><br/>"I..." He seemed to stumble over his words. Miku waited silently and patiently as she watched him search for the words. His eyes met hers. "I'm glad you're alright." He finally said, the corners of his lips pulled up slightly.<br/><br/>"...Thank you." Miku didn't know what else to say, as she returned his smile. Steven nodded, stood up and left. There was still a bit of a smile on his face. Miku stood up, and headed out of the room as well. She avoided looking at any of the other group members as she headed to the bathroom.<br/><br/>Once inside the single occupancy bathroom, she locked the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hands braced on either side of the sink as she stared at her reflection. Eyes still slightly puffy and red around the rims, her cheeks were still a bit red due to the anger she had felt.<br/><br/>She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small blade from a disposable razor. The cool metal felt familiar and calming as she held it in her hand. Her wrists were scarred by numerous cuts. Some were faint and just looked like harmless scratches. A few were more noticeable, and the skin was obviously raised above due to healing.<br/><br/>For a moment, Miku hesitated... She didn't know why, but when she pressed the sharp edge against her wrist she couldn't bring herself to press down and draw blood. Looking back up in the mirror, her brows furrowed as a look of confusion became apparent on her face. It was as if she had no reason to hurt herself. But as soon as the feeling came, it disappeared when the painful memories of the weekend came flooding back.<br/><br/>Not only from the weekend, but through out her life. Her stupid mother calling her a slut when she tried to explain that Curt was molesting her... Even at school, kids making fun of the way she dressed or catching glimpses of her scars and making jokes. If they only knew... If they could spend just<strong>one day</strong>in her shoes, they wouldn't be able to make jokes anymore. They would feel her pain, and not make fun of her.<br/><br/>But Miku wouldn't wish her pain on anyone. It would be selfish of her to do so. After all, she deserved this punishment. She was reminded every day that it was her fault. The pain that overwhelmed her because of her thoughts brought tears to her eyes once more. Eve was right. All she was, was a doll. A doll to be tossed around, stepped on, beaten and abused.<br/><br/>The sting of the blade digging into her skin made her gasp. Miku looked down to see the freshly made, inch long cut on her wrist. Blood pearled on her pale skin, and she held her wrist over the sink as the crimson drops fell from the wound. The contrast of the blood against the clean white sink looked oddly beautiful. As if it were a blank canvas, just waiting to be painted with her blood. The draw of gravity pulled the droplets down into the drain, and the trail the separate drops left blended into one.<br/><br/>Miku felt the familiar sense of dizzy euphoria wash over her, and she gripped the sink with her free hand to steady herself. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling somewhat relieved. Closing her eyes, Miku leaned her head back and took another relieved breath.<br/><br/>A sudden knock on the bathroom door startled her, and she almost dropped the razor.<br/><br/>"Afternoon group is starting." A voice on the other side of the door said. Miku couldn't tell who it was. She was still feeling the high of her action, and couldn't even tell if it was male or female.<br/><br/>"Thanks. Be there in a minute." Miku replied, sounding as if nothing was wrong. She reluctantly turned on the sink, and washed the blood off her wrist. The red became diluted in the water, until you couldn't even tell it was there in the first place. It took a few minutes for the blood to stop flowing, but once it did she gently dabbed the area dry with a paper towel and put the razor back in her pocket.<br/><br/>Another deep breath in, and Miku opened the door. She headed down the hallway to the afternoon group. When she entered the doorway, she noticed all the other group members were there. Steven looked up, and motioned for her to sit next to him. Miku couldn't help but smile slightly.<br/><br/>"Miku. Glad you could join us." James Gardner, the group therapist, greeted her. Miku nodded slightly in his direction as she headed to her seat at the circular table. Eve was sitting across from her, and Skye was next to her. Kelly seemed to be getting cozy next to another male patient from the other morning group session. Miku recognized his face as one of the people who had poked their head out of the room earlier when Miku had her little meltdown.<br/><br/>"Are you alright? You were in there for a while..." Steven whispered to her while James began talking about anger management. Miku looked at him and nodded slowly. She felt him place his hand gently over top of hers. A smile slowly spread across her lips, and she felt like crying. She felt genuinely happy that someone cared.<br/><br/>"Thank you..." Miku whispered softly as her eyes glistened in the light. Steven nodded with a smile, and they turned their attention back to James.