[center][h1][color=teal]Betsy[/color][/h1][/center]
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 	Betsy  glanced at the door next to the window, mentally face palming to her self. She took a closer look at the girl only she had noticed the bruises on her neck. Betsy was obviously staring by the way she squinted her eyes at the woman to further inspect.  Together with her is a dude wrapped in toilet paper, Betsy raised a brow at him only to realize that it was bandages. Well, duh. Then  another dude who wasnt looking so great, looked like he needed to calm down. Then a woman, sat just a bit further from the trio. She looks older compared or maybe that's just how she looks. Another girl in crutches came in, who just look as equally terrible as the rest of them.   [color=teal]"Thanks..."[/color] she proceeded to walk towards the bathroom. 

Betsy proceeded to throw splashes of cool water on her face, she stared at herself on the mirror as everything is slowly taking its place in her mind. The heavy punk music muffled through the small cramped bathroom cubicle, the cool lonely bathroom floor and bottles of alcohol next to her. She felt nothing, nothing but internal pain and misery that she was so desperate to make it stop until one moment she just felt nothing at all. She shook her thoughts out of her head and as she did she still felt the lingering dizzyness. After drying her face and fixing up her hair she came out of the bathroom, and made her way to to a corner not far from where crutch girl was sitting and leaned on the wall, arms crossed into her chest. She quietly observed them one more time [color=teal]"What is this, a part of the Make-A-Wish foundation?"[/color] she lightly commented. [color=teal]"Like, jeez, you guys look like you need some."[/color]