"So you're K."

Roger had requested K's presence in his office, and now she and the four other adults were all in the room together. Murphy sat at Roger's desk, and K was seated in a wooden chair directly across from him. Vienna, Roger, and Wammy all stood off to the side near the doorway, observing. K looked at Vienna.

Why is she here? Ever since she came to the orphanage she has been present for everything involving B or K. It irritated K a bit.

Murphy had his book open again, pen ready in his right hand.

"You're friends with B, correct?" He asked, giving K a friendly smile.

She nodded. K was so confused. Why did he want to talk to her? What did K have to do with anything that was going on with B?

"I would really like to know how you two became friends." He asked, sitting up straighter in his seat. "B comes off as very rude and cold, why did he take a liking to you?"

K narrowed her eyes at Murphy. "Because, I'm nice to him." and don't call him rude or cold.

She crossed her arms as the man raised his eyebrows at her, writing some things down.

"Well I'm nice to him, they're all nice to him." Murphy said pointing to himself then to the others. "He doesn't seem very fond of us, why is that?"

That's because you're all all rude and presumptuous and you assume he has some sort of problem, when he's just the same as anyone else here. - "I...I'm not sure."

"That's okay." Murphy said. "How old are you?"

"I'm 10." She mumbled, looking away from him. He was asking too many questions, she was getting uncomfortable.

"How interesting," He said leaning forward on the desk, noticing her discomfort. "I think I know why B gravitated towards her." Murphy looked over to the others, speaking about K as if she weren't even in the room.

The girl clenched her jaw and stared off to the left nervously, looking out the window.

"I can see that she's very timid. B likes to dominate, and I think thats the reason why he likes K so much, because he can easily control her." "Plus he's taller and a year older than her, and that makes him feel even more in control... it gives him that extra sense of power and influence over her."

K clenched her jaw even harder. Why were they always painting such a horrible picture of B, making him seem like this hateful and malevolent being, when he was better than that? Sure, B's appearance was intimidating, but all they had to do was look past that, like K did. It made her so angry she wanted to pull her hair out.

Murphy picked up B's file and began straightening out some of the papers inside it. As he was doing so, a few newspaper clippings and a small photo fell out of his grasp, landing at K's feet. She glanced at one of the pieces of newspaper. "SUICIDE, OR MURDER?" It read in large, bold letters. Before she could get a good look at the photo, Roger practically jumped at her feet, snatching the papers from the ground.

"You should not be looking at these!" He yelled at her. "This is classified information!"

Classified? ….Wasn't that... B's file? Why would there be something about murder in his file? She stared at the manilla folder that Murphy gripped tightly in his hands, he was glaring at her. Maybe it had something to do with his parents...

"I didn't know...I..." K stuttered, alarmed by his reaction.

Roger handed the papers back to Murphy, and they exchanged worried looks. Their expressions quickly returned back to normal, as Murphy searched his jacket for something, pulling out a small notepad.

"Wammy, Roger, I'm going to write up a prescription for B," He said, writing quickly on the off white paper. "I'll have the medication here before the end of this week..."

"B doesn't need any more medicine!" K blurted out angrily, standing up from her seat.

Everyone jumped at the loudness of her voice.

Murphy sat up straighter and fixed his glasses, looking the girl straight in her eyes. "K you are aware that your friend has some very serious issues, right?"

"No! He's just sad about something..."

"...Has he hurt you yet?" Murphy asked her, disregarding what she had said.

She shook her head furiously. "No one is listening to me!" She whined, storming out of the room.

K ran down the hallway, and no one made an effort to stop her.

"Just let her go." Murphy said, ripping the prescription from the pad and handing it to Roger. "We have other things we need to speak about."

K ended up in an area of the house she had never been before; the room was a dark green color, there were a few couches and an unlit fireplace, and everything was covered in a layer of dust. It was as if no one had been in the room in years. K walked over to a window towards the front of the room and just stared out of it. She just wanted to get outside. She looked around briefly before opening the window, pulling the old wood upwards as dust particles floated around her face. She was only able to pull it up so much, crawling through the small opening and landing on the ground with a thud. K lay in the grass momentarily, looking up at the window she had just fell out of. She groaned a little before slowly standing up, dusting herself off.

It was another windy day, and clouds covered most of the blue sky. Everything looked so gray and gloomy, it was about to rain. K walked around the side of the house to the tree she and B had sat at once before. She sat underneath it, pressing her back against the rough bark of the tree. It was peacefully quiet. K inhaled loudly and sighed; it was nice to get some fresh air after being trapped inside that house all day. She looked up, trying to look through the trees for B's window. She wondered if he was watching her.

Suddenly there was a ruffling noise and without warning X and Y jumped down from the tree, pulling a few thin branches down with them. X landed almost perfectly on his feet while Y landed on his rear, quickly recovering and standing up beside his brother. Once they noticed K sitting there, they walked over to her.

"Oh hey K." X said, smiling at her. "Want to see something cool?"

Before she could even answer the both of them were in her face.

"Show her, Y."

"Look what we found!"

The boy put the blue disposable lighter a few inches from her face, trying to light it. A chill went up K's spine at the sight of it.

"Get that away from me." She said, getting nervous. "It's dangerous."

"No its not!" X said with a laugh, picking up one of the branches and letting Y set it on fire. The leaves instantly went up in flames, and K started to freak out even more.

"Stop get away from me!" Her whole body was getting hot, she needed to get out of here.

X noticed the panic in her face and a malicious smile spread across his features.

"What are you afraid of fire or something?" He asked as the branch was reduced to a black crisp. "Y I can't believe this, shes afraid of fire."

The two laughed at her as they lit up two more branches, waving them in her face. "Oh what a baby!" One of them said as K started to cry. She tried to crawl away, but they stood on either side of her, trapping her against the tree.

"Oh you're not going anywhere!" Y said, kicking her in the leg.

"Your little Backup isn't here to save you now, is he?" X said, laughing at her.

"That's not his name!" She yelled at him.

X suddenly dropped the flaming branch onto K's arm, her sleeve instantly catching fire. She started screaming, and the twins began to panic. They frantically tried to put the fire out, vigorously patting her arm, trying to smother the fire. When the fire subsided, they were able to see what they had done. K's whole sleeve had been burnt up to her elbow, along with parts of her skin. She was still screaming, and shoved the two boys away from her.

"Get away from me!" She screamed, pushing past them and running towards the house.

She ran inside, crying, holding her arm close to her body. As she approached the stairs, she could hear people walking through the foyer, so she ran up the stairs as quickly as her legs could take her.

She ran down the hall, slipping on the wooden floor before running into her room and collapsing on the floor. Her whole body shook as the familiar pain crept up her arm. It wasn't as bad as she remembered, but it was still there. She stared down at her arm, at the minor red burns overlapping the already scarred skin. Why couldn't they have listened and stayed away? She looked at her tattered shirt, the long sleeve no longer shielded her skin from everyone's view; she couldn't let anyone else see her like this.

In the corner of her eye she could see someone standing at the door. It was B.

"K..."

Before he could finish, she was quickly crawling away towards the closet. She shuffled inside and slammed the door shut.

"Go away!" He heard her sob.

He walked over to the door and simply stood there, staring down at the doorknob.

"Come out." He said calmly.

"No!" She protested. She moved herself into the farthest corner of the closet away from the door, letting the darkness surround her. "I can't let anyone see me... no one can see me like this."

B knew Roger would be up here in a few minutes, interrogating K to no end. He went back over to the door and shut it, pulling her dresser in front of it to prevent it from being opened.

"There," He said walking back over to the closet. "No one else will be coming in here."

After receiving nothing but silence, B sat down at the door, trying to find some way to coax the girl out. B knew what had happened. He had been watching her from his window. He was inside as she was outside getting tormented by those twins... and all he did was watch. He should've gone outside and helped her, but all he could do was watch.

"Why can't anyone see you?" He asked.

"My arm." She murmured.

"What about it?"

"...It's disgusting." She cried. "I've always kept it secret I don't want anyone to see."

B cocked his head to the side.

"K if you show me your secret, I'll show you mine,"

She was silent. B was a very private person. He never said much so K didn't know a lot about him. Him offering to reveal something about himself to her that probably no one else knew was a once in a lifetime chance for K. The fact that he offered it made her want to know even more.

K cracked the door to the closet, peeking out. B sat there staring at her, his red eyes relaxed and waiting. She came out more, half of her body showing, her injured arm still hidden in the closet.

"K it's alright."

As she crawled from behind the door, K felt a wave of heat crawl up her body, starting at her toes. It was a prickling, burning sensation, as if she were on fire.

...

She coughed violently as smoke filled her small lungs.

"Mum!" She cried, her tears instantly evaporating in the heat.

"I'm stuck..." The woman in front of her lay trapped, underneath a large piece of scorched wood. She had a disheartened smile on her face. "You must leave, now!"

She felt her head shake violently, her arms outstretched towards the blaze was increasing rapidly, it was beginning to surround her, burning the skin on her limbs.

"No, Mum!"

...

She was whimpering, staring down at the floor with watery eyes. She looked at her exposed arm, shuddering at the sight. Shiny and deformed skin covered the limb, it discolored in some places. It brought back all those bad memories, she never liked to look at her arm. K shook her head, and went to crawl back into the closet.

"K."

She stopped and turned to him. He had his sleeve pulled up to his elbow, exposing all of his scars, old and new.

"It's okay." B spoke. "There's nothing wrong with you, K."

She held her breath, her heart sinking as she looked back at him, at his arm. It was almost entirely covered in cuts as well as scars, showing he's been doing this for a while. He was destroying himself. She couldn't believe her eyes. This is what the others had seen. This is why he wanted no one to touch him.

B looked at K's face, getting sick from her reaction to his arm. He had done this to himself. B felt lightheaded, feeling that he shouldn't have shown her... that it was a mistake. He was just trying to make her feel better, but it was making him feel worse in the process.

His face was getting hotter, he was embarrassed and angry. Why did he do this to himself? K definitely was thinking B was insane. He squeezed his hand into a tight fist. Who in their right mind would take a blade to their own arm? Who would intentionally cut open their skin, purposely causing pain to themselves? He felt a hand on his.

"There's nothing wrong with you, B." She said, looking him dead in the eyes.

He couldn't help but smile. He looked down at the floor. K pulled B closer to him, so their arms were next to each other.

"We're the same, see?" She said. "We can heal together."

B looked at her in awe. She was so much stronger than him emotionally. K had just been burned by two evil boys and instead of being traumatized, she was being hopeful. Whenever something bad was happening, K was always being optimistic. She always tried to find the good in every situation. B wondered how she did it.

"Promise me right now that you'll never hurt yourself again." K demanded.

Outside, it began to rain. B was silent, but he nodded.

"Shake on it."

He reluctantly shook her hand, although behind his back, his fingers were crossed. Someone in the past had told him, "Never make a promise you can't keep."