~Bex doesn't respond but keeps stairing at the wall~

~She didn't do anything~

~She slowly lookes at them and roll over the bottle to show the label for depression and anxiety pills~

~She put her head back in her arms, she was laying on something. A paper of sorts~

~It was a news paper from a very long time ago. The article read "Family pulled from the ocean, father was shot and killed while the mother has yet to be found. A little girl was also pulled from the ocean unconscious on the beach of new Orleans. She apparently was the daughter of the victims but not a reliable source in the case. If you have any information about this pleasr contact 9-1-1"~

Bex: 18 years I dealt with that night, watching them go down, then myself only by my luck they barely missed with a scar or so. ~She pointed at her scar over eye~ Cast out to sea no one but me I sunk down I couldn't swim and I was at the verge of death but by some miracle I some how ended up on a beach alive....

~She chuckles~ Bex: I tried therapy, nothing. Pills make me feel better... they take the pain away

Bex: They keep me from joining my parents and thats all I need. ~She stands up and stands infront of them.~ Bex: Not a word to the others about this. You are the only one who knows and it will stay that way. You hear me?

~She doesn't respond but keeps looking at the wall~

~She slowly lookes at them and roll over the bottle to show the label for depression and anxiety pills~