She grabbed the brass pipe jutting out from the brick wall, trying to slow down the fall. The skin on her feet was raw and her toes stained red with blood. She sighed; her reflection in the broken glass was red and her skin slick with sweat. The girl could hear the pounding of feet coming towards her, he had found her again. The only thing she could do is smile, he had found her again. And the lecture would be repeated once more.

You are not a dancer, the girls who do this are monsters, they don't live, the girls destroy their bodies just to dance i won't let you do this, now let's go home.

When he found her he didn't speak, just helped her up.

"Your feet are bleeding again" he muttered, disappointment etched in his features. She looked down ashamed but the sight of what she had done to herself was a lovely reminder.

"Let's go home" he commanded, she flinched at the harsh tone but followed dutifully.