"I'm Selena."  Everyone listened patiently for a moment, as if they were waiting for more.  "What?"  I snapped, annoyed.  They all shook their heads, "It's nice to meet you, Selena."  Soda said, what?  Were we in first grade again?  "Ditto."  I replied.  I wasn't telling them about my past...no...no one can ever know about my past...

******Flashback*************

I sat in an empty house with bruises along my arms and legs.  Deserted. Abandoned.  Alone.  I wasn't worth it.  At least that's what they said before they left me here.  I needed to get far away from this house...even if they never come back, I don't want to take the risk.  My purple and blue stained knees wobbled as I tried to grasp the edge of the table.  Barely being able to stand on my own two feet, I took several shaky steps to the kitchen.  Pouring myself a glass of water, I raised the cool glass to my lips and took a breath of relief as the cold liquid trickled down my throat.  After regaining a small amount of strength, I packed my bag and hobbled out the door.  I whimpered softly to myself, my eyes left with no more tears to shed, as I limped over to a secluded part of the train.  I couldn't afford a ticket.  I cleaned my bruises off with a small bottle of water I had brought, and used some concealer to cover them.  I didn't want anyone to find out just how broken I really was.  And trust me, this isn't the worse thing that's happened to me.

**********End of Flashback******  

"Selena?"  I was pulled out of my thoughts by a voice calling my name.  On instinct I narrowed my eyes at the source of the noise.  "Hey, it's okay."  Soda said gently putting his hand on my shoulder.  I shrugged it off and could see the hurt in his eyes...I didn't care I tried to tell myself. I lie to myself all the time...but I never believe me. "I turned to Dallas and Johnny, "Thanks, but I don't take charity." I walked out the front door- or more like tried to limp out the door when Dallas grabbed my arm.

"We are alike in so many ways it scares me. The only difference is I actually let people help me when I need it." He said in a rough voice, I choked back a sob. All I wanted was for someone to hold me and tell me that they love me, "We are nothing alike." I said hoarsely. It was hard keeping up my whole bad girl facade. "Just let us help you, Selena." Soda said coming up behind me. The gears in my head started turning, why were they helping me? I finally gave in, slumping my shoulders I uttered an, "Okay."