"Are you scared?" She stared into his brown eyes, forcing him to see the darkness behind the browns and greens of hers. "No". She placed his hands on her collar bones, running them down her shoulder blades, sticking out like bird wings, then over her ribcage, down to her hips. "Are you scared now?" He shook his head. She stuck her arms out for him to see, cuts new and old visible on her placid wrists. She took his hand again, and ran his fingertips over her wounds. "Still not scared?" He refused to answer. This time, she stepped away, unscrewing the top from her head, releasing her demons into him.