Walking up they immediately fall silent. She can tell they were talking about something but they don't want her to know. It's not about her. But they're hiding something. Trying to protect her innocent mind. Little do they know she's been through more than they have. She understands pain and knows what it feels like to be hurt by someone. She knows right from wrong, by experience. Sitting in a corner huddled into a ball listening to the shouts echo up the stairs. Crying silently to herself. Thinking how she'll be different. Knowing she doesn't want to be the one at the bottom of the stairs.

But as she looks into their eyes and she knows they don't understand. She knows they think they will corrupt her innocent mind. But secretly she's already been hurt and informed. Actually she knows more than them. Secretly.