Living Amid the Myths

Rain's cowering as far up against a wall as she can, head ducked as if to avoid being hit. She clearly wants to cover her head with her arms, but doesn't - as if she's been warned not to.

No, I... People here say that's not true. I'm not bad.

She flinches away even more.

Please don't. Please.

She tries to slide unobtrusively along the wall towards the open front of the house where she can run, but it is as if an invisible person blocks her way, driving her toward the back of the house. Finally she slides down the wall, pulling her knees in tight and wrapping her arms around her head.

Okay, yes, YES, you're right!

I'm bad and ugly and stupid and a slut and it's all my fault, all of it. And I should never have run away. I was bad, I know, just please, please don't.