Kiki sat at one of the picnic tables in the yard of the Suburbia High School wearing her everyday long sleeved black sweater, by herself, as always. She sat with her arms crossed in front of her, trying not to bend them much. They still hurt after last night. Why me? She thought to herself. If only they didn't take me away from Shawnee…she loved me and cared for me! So what if she lost her job? She was on the verge of getting another one. She always wondered the same thing ever since she was brought here, ever since the nightmare began. She repeated the question over and over and over. Why did they take me away? What did I do wrong to deserve this? Ever since Social Services took her away from her perfectly good home, her loving sister, she wondered this. It was like she was the victim of a homicide. She always found it to be the same. The victim gets hurt, she gets hurt. Neither of them knows why, but they are told in some way shape or form that they deserve it. She knew she didn't.

Her parents died when she was five, and she fell into the care of her sister who was eight years older than her. Kiki and Shawnee lived in the same house that they lived in before their parents died, and they held up perfectly. Ten years down the road and Kiki is a sophomore, trying to find a job to buy a car, and Shawnee loses her job. Social Services took her away from Shawnee and placed her in a foster home of a couple that go by the last name of Vitch. Everything started out ok, and then Kiki started getting abused by both of her foster care parents. No matter what she did, no one would listen to her and she had no friends. She wouldn't let anyone come near her except for one person, an acquaintance that worked at the school. A girl three years older than her and lived two houses down and across the street. Her name was Kim.

Kim considered Kiki as a friend, but she knew that Kiki had none. Kiki didn't let anyone except Kim touch her, and she often kept to herself, although she did go over to Kim's constantly to get away. Kim wanted to tell her parents, but Kiki wouldn't let her. She knew that she needed to get out of the Vitch house, but everything she tried they found out about it and hurt her worse. She often sat at the same table, thinking to herself.

A piece of paper flew off the table and Kiki went to go pick it up. Her arms hurt so badly that she couldn't help but cry as she tried to clutch it. Kim saw her and ran over to help her.

"Kiki, we need to do something. You need to get out of there." Kim said to her as she picked up the paper for Kiki and helped her back upright on the table bench.

"Kim, you know that they will find out if we try anything." Kiki sat, tears running down her face. "Besides, we've already tried everything." She went to go wipe the tears off of her face, but the pain was unbearable. She let out a yelp and then put her head down, hoping no one was staring at her. Kim moved in closer to her.

"Kiki, let me see your arms." Kim looked at her with a very stern look. Kiki raised her head to look at Kim.

"Are you sure you want to see?" Kiki's eyes darted towards the ground waiting for Kim's answer. Kim put Kiki's head up with one of her hands and nodded. "Yes, Ki, I do." Kiki looked at her and then started to roll up her sleeves, sobbing a little harder than before. She got them rolled up to her elbow, exposing black and blue bruised and battered skin. She had cuts from what looked like fingernail files, stake knives, and pins. Kim examined her arms and then looked back to Kiki.

"Run away. You have to. I'm not going to sit here and watch you get hurt like this, especially when you didn't do anything to deserve it." Kim sat on the bench next to Kiki as Kiki hurriedly unrolled her sleeves so that no one else would see her badly bruised skin. Kiki then looked at Kim.

"Where am I supposed to go?" Kiki looked at Kim. Kim examined Kiki for a few minutes, thinking about her answer.

Kiki was a short, medium sized girl, with long, shoulder length blonde hair. She wore many bracelets, rings and necklaces. She had a very loving heart, and Kim knew it. Kiki reminded Kim so much of herself that she knew. She knew that someone would love her. She knew. She told him that she, herself, would never go back up there, but she knew that Kiki should go. Kiki needed someone to love her, and he needed someone to love him. Kim was still in love with him, even after three years, but she didn't care. Kiki needed him more than she did.

She stood up and motioned Kiki to stand up with her. Kiki stood next to her and waited for her answer.

"Well? Any bright ideas?" Kiki said as Kim hugged her tightly. After a few minutes, Kim stepped back and grabbed her hand.

"Mr. and Mrs. Vitch aren't home, are they?" Kim asked as she started walking with Kiki off the grounds.

"No, no one is ever there when I get home from school. They work really late." Kiki had a puzzled look on her face.

"Perfect." Kim said as she kept walking, with Kiki at her side.