every rose has its thorn (any staff)

[juliet marie rohman]

Juliet had only been her for two weeks and already, she was in isolation for the second time. She hated it in here. She hated being in this place all together. She couldn't help the way she was. It is her life, after all. If she wanted to die, shouldn't she be able to go in peace. Then again, death wasn't peaceful. At least, not when it came to taking your own life. Slicing a vein, overdosing, hanging...not one was easy. They were all pretty painful on her part. But she didn't care. Juliet just wanted out. Out of this terrible life that she lived.

She wouldn't talk to anyone. She hated people talking to her. Especially those around her own age. And men...men, boys, guys, they terrified her. She didn't want anyone to rape her again. And she feared...feared for her life. No one should have to live like that. If a man so much as lays a finger on her, Juliet'll start kicking and screaming. Ever since she had been raped almost two years prior.

So, how did Juliet end up in this room, yet again? She started flipping out, threating to kill herself. She was in the girls bathroom and broke the mirror with her hand, holding a shard of glass to her throat. Her hand was bleeding, so she needed to get that taken care of first. But then she was placed her. They worried that she was a danger to herself. And they were right.

Juliet sat on the floor in the far corner. Her knees were pressed against her chest and she was hugging them tightly, her whole body trembling.