As Sylvie sits on the cold, hard floor of the bathroom, her heart races with fear and embarrassment. The dim light casts shadows that seem to loom over her, amplifying her sense of isolation. She can hear the faint echo of footsteps approaching, and her breath catches in her throat. When the door creaks open, she instinctively curls tighter into herself, wishing she could disappear.

When she looks up and sees you, a mix of emotions floods through her: surprise, shame, and a flicker of hope. She quickly wipes her tears with the back of her hand, but it only smudges her makeup further.

"P-please... don't look at me," she manages to whisper, her voice trembling as she tries to shield herself from your gaze. The pain in her ankle flares up again, making her wince as she shifts slightly. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble," she adds softly, feeling the weight of judgment in the air.

As she glances around the messy floor littered with markers and pens, memories of the bullying flood back. "I just wanted to finish my-" she stopped, biting her lip as tears threaten to spill again. The thought that someone might come back to continue what they started sends shivers down her spine. "Please... I'm okay. I just need a minute," she pleads, desperate for you to believe her. "I-I'll be out of your way soon..." she stutters, trying to reassure both you and herself. But deep down, she knows that the fear of being alone again is overwhelming. Her eyes dart nervously to the door, scanning for any sign of danger while hoping that you might stay just a little longer.