It was the Monday after Frankie's party. Katie and Hyde were in their PE class, sitting against the wall because neither of them changed.

"So, I guess you had a fun night," Hyde said.

"Well what else are for? How about you and Jackie, you guys were like, denying that you care about each other while you were staring at her like you wanted to fuck her brains out. Good job at hiding it," Katie told him.

"I can barely stand her, I don't love her. Besides, she's gone through a lot lately."

"Yea. What was it, 7 months ago?"

"I guess. She told you? When?"

"English class. She didn't really tell me, I more, figured it out. The look on her face gave it away."

"Oh. Is she doing ok?"

"Um, well, it takes a bit longer than half a year to get over."

"That's not what I meant. Well, yea that part helps but, did she tell you anything else?"

"You're gonna have to say what you're thinking, I'm not gonna tell you something she doesn't want you to know."

"She cut. She's not doing it anymore, is she?"

"If she is, I don't know about it. What'd she use?"

"Knife." Saying that made it more real to Hyde. Seeing it and telling someone about it made everything seem much more serious to him.

"Kate, walk around the track, now! Just because you can't change doesn't mean you can't walk! Go!" the PE teacher yelled.

Katie got up, then turned around before she started around the track. "Do something. Don't let her wind up like me," and then she left Hyde to wonder what that meant.

(After school, in Donna's room)

"So, you and Hyde looked pretty friendly at that guy's house," Donna said, sitting on her bed.

"Donna, nothing is going on. Did you have fun?" Jackie asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yea, I guess. Jackie, what's going on? Hyde said that you started smoking, you're ditching, you're listening to rock, you haven't wore pink in months and all the unicorns and rainbows and everything like that are out of your room. You're hanging out with druggies, like hardcore drug addicts, not like the gang."

"So I've matured and listen to better music, big deal. I got new friends, oh no. Why d you keep trying to make my life seem like something horrible happened?"

"Jackie, I'm worried, I have been. Just talk to me, we're supposed to be best friends!"

Jackie got off the bed, and her bracelets fell down. Her arms had started to get a large collection of rubber bracelets on them, a fashion statement that she got from Katie. They actually really helped her, they covered up her scars and any new cuts she had. And now that was over.

"Leave me alone," Jackie said as she turned for the door.

"Oh my god, Jackie," Donna said as she grabbed her friend's arm. "What the hell happened?" Donna started to move the bracelets to see Jackie's whole arm, and Jackie snapped it back.

"Don't. My nails scratched my arm, nothing big. I have to go."

"Jackie!" It was too late, Jackie had already ran down the stairs. Donna ran over to the basement, she knew that Hyde had to know something. After he talked to Jackie a few moths ago, he seemed less mean to her, like he actually cared about her. "Hyde, we need to talk. Now. Let's go to your room."

"What's going on?" Hyde asked her.

"Jackie cut herself," Donna said, sitting down on Hyde's cot.

"Really? How do you know?"

"I saw, on her arm. The bracelets cover them up. Hyde, please, you need to tell me whatever she said when you talked to her. She's starting to scare me."

"Donna, she's gonna hate me for this. She, she was raped a while ago. I promised her I wouldn't say anything. But if she's doing it again, I need to tell to you."

"Who?"

"Matt Helton."

"We have to find her, she's probably at her house. Let's go."

"Don't tell Forman. She didn't want anyone else to know."

"Fine, I have to talk to her though."

They drove to Jackie's house, and waited for her to answer the door. A few minutes later Jackie answered the door, and looked at Donna, then at Hyde. He could see in her eyes that she felt betrayed. "What? Are you gonna stand there all day?"

They all went inside and sat in the same room where Jackie and Hyde had a similar conversation just months before.

"Jackie, you're starting to scare me. Hyde told me everything, Jackie way didn't you come to me?" Donna said.

"You told her!" Jackie shouted. It was more of an accusation than a question.

"Jackie I'm sorry, but I don't want anything to happen to you," Hyde said.

"Go to hell. Both of you. I don't need anyone's help, I'm fine. Now, I have a date to go to. Please don't tell anyone that you think I'm insane." Jackie said as she walked for the door, slamming it behind her. She didn't even care about leaving them inside her house. She walked to Katie's house, which was about a mile away.

"What are you doing here, weren't you going out with Andy tonight?"

"Yea. That's at 8."

"Two hours. Come on in. There's not much to the place, but whatever. So, I think that maybe I know someone better than Andy to help you get over the rape." Katie led Jackie into her bedroom, which reeked of weed.

"And who would this be?" Jackie asked, picking up Katie's tape recorder.

Katie grabbed it from her hand and put it in a drawer. "Hyde."

"Steven? Yea, ok."

"Seriously, you like him. Anyone with eyes can tell that. He likes you, he just won't admit it. He was asking about you in PE. I didn't say anything about Andy though."

"Ok, I do like him. I just don't think that I can be with him. He deserves someone who isn't damaged. Someone who can sleep with him, someone without scars. Look at them," Jackie said as she moved some of her bracelets. There was one bad scar, the rest weren't visible unless they were pointed out.

"That's nothing. Look at mine," Katie said, moving the bracelets away from her right arm. There was at least a hundred marks on her arm, both sides. "It could be much worse. And he still wants you, no matter what you think."

"He's amazing. He's mean, and an asshole sometimes. But that's part of, I don't know, his charm. I want to be with him, but I can't. Not until I can get over this."

"Whenever you're ready. So, I was thinking. Blue hair, it's been like three months since a new color. Purple or pink?"

"You want pink hair?"

"Yea, it's cutting edge in my world. Or should I stick with the blue?"

"Go with purple. What did you use? On your arm I mean."

"I started with pins and went to razors and knives. Hold on," she said as she went threw a bin she had. She took out lighters, bowls, pipes, magazines and other little things, and finally go to what she was looking for: a small brown box. "Here," she said, handing it to Jackie.

There was a knife, a few individual razors and one leg shaver in there. There was also a rag, which must've been new because there was no blood on it. "It's so organized. I just have the stuff in my bathroom."

"Yea, well it's private. I don't want Jay to see it."

"Is this your room, like you share it with him?"

"Yea, it's cool. He never goes through my drawers or bins or anything. He knows anyway. He saw them after we fucked."

"Are you ever gonna quit?"

Katie turned around and looked at her. "We'll quit when we don't need to anymore. Once you have Hyde and I have anyone."