There are girls in this world that just embrace victimhood. You can see the defeated look in their eyes. You can smell it on their skin. It's so easy.

The party is crowded and loud so I head up to the rooftop to get some air. The door is already propped open, so I know that there's someone else up here, which is a bummer because I was hoping to be alone for a bit. Maybe we can avoid each other. I quietly push the door open enough to squeeze through and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. I hear scuffling to my right, and just before I decide to head the other direction, a muffled scream. I walk toward the sound to check it out.