I hear... someone in my room? My mother left a few minutes ago, and my father hasn't been home all night. I open my eyes, and see... Nadine? What is she doing here? She glances over at me, almost staring at me. I try not to think anything of it as I close my eyes and try to sleep again. Maybe she's just a figment of my imagination. Yeah, probably...

I head downstairs around two hours later, expecting to be home alone. I certainly don't expect to see Nadine sat in my kitchen helping herself to coffee out of my favourite mug. I sigh and walk over to the tap to get myself some water, not speaking to her. Part of me still doubts she's actually here and not just a schizophrenic imagination.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" She suddenly shouts. I jump and drop my glass, making it shatter on the floor. A shard of glass lands in my foot, making me cry a little. "Now look what you've done!" She yells, frustratedly. I whimper, backing away until my back hits the counter.
"I-I'm sorry..." I whimper, feeling a drop of blood run down my foot from the glass shard embedded in it. Nadine sighs and walks to one of the cupboards looking for something. She walks back over with a dustpan and brush, beginning to clean up the broken glass. I just watch her, confused as hell.
"Okay, this might hurt, not like you aren't used to it." Nadine says, kneeling down by my foot. She takes hold of the glass shard and swiftly pulls it out. I whimper as my foot starts bleeding more. She throws all the glass in the bin before grabbing a bandage and wrapping it around my foot.
"W-why are you doing this?" I ask nervously, looking up at her. I'm so confused right now, Nadine's never been this nice to me. NEVER. She looks at me, and I can tell she's... feeling sympathetic? Towards me? SINCE WHEN?
"You're broken, and I'm going to fix you." She tells me, picking me up and carrying me into the living room. I'm now too confused to really do anything.

She sets me down on the sofa, looking around the living room. It's a fairly nice room, but I don't spend too much time in here. I'm usually in my room relaxing or adding to the mural on my wardrobe doors or cutting myself more. It's not my fault I'm like this. Nadine's right about me being broken, but she was the one to break me.
"I'm gonna be staying here for a while, so I need a place to stay. Your bed should do fine." Nadine says, looking down at me. I sigh and nod my head, for some reason making Nadine annoyed with me. "Oh my god. You're such a doormat. Stand up to me!" She demands. I'm confused, even more than I was, because usually when I stand up to Nadine she beats me up.
"You can't have my bed... you can have the guest bedroom..." I tell her anxiously. She groans and shakes her head, and I can instantly tell she wasn't happy with that.
"Not good enough! Stand up to me properly!" She demands, threatening to hit me. I can see her hand raised like she's about to. She slowly moves it down, expecting me to stand up to her again.
"You can have your own room, not mine." I try again, trying to be more confident. She growls, and I can tell she's still not pleased. I stand up as best I can with my injured foot, trying again before she gets mad. "You can have your own room, not mine!" I demand, still quite doubtful. Her expression tells me that that was better than last time, but she's still not satisfied.
"More! Stand your ground!" She demands, encouraging me to stand up to more to her. I'm still not sure about this, history has proven this to be an awful idea. "When I tell you that I'm taking from you, you say...?!" She almost yells at me.
"NO!" I shout at her. That felt good, but now I'm worried about the aftermath. Nadine had a small smile on her face. I sit down, losing my balance quickly.
"You did it. You stood up to me." She smiled, sitting down. I have no clue what's going on, but I like her fixing me up more than I like her breaking me down.