Today I realised that I didnt have any trainers for PE. So after school me and my mum went to a shop , found the shoes, went in the line to pay. Normal. It was our turn at the till thing and the worker, upon first glance, looked normal. Until I looked at her more I realised that her abnormally skinny wrists were covered in tight bands. When she lifted her arm on the free wrist I noticed some fading scars. When she spoke she just seemed so. . . tired , as if she was just drained from life. By the time I had processed all this we'd done paying and we had to go.

She was in pain, and I didn't do anything to stop it.