I wake up to extremely bright lights in my eyes. I make a sound of discomfort just to hear people come asking me questions,

"Raven, honey are you ok?" someone who I think is my mom asks. Surprised at the voice I open my eyes. I am greeted with sad but proud smiles from my adoptive parents and Violet.

"Huh? Um I think I am." I look at Violet, "How are you? Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" I question her only for her to put her hand on mine to stop me.

"I'm fine. She didn't touch me other than tie me up. Are you okay though she really did a number on you." She speaks to me with a soft voice and looks at me with concerned eyes. I finally look myself to see and splint on my ankle, a cast on my wrist, and tubes coming out of my arms for medicine I'm assuming. As I look at the damage I start to feel the pain. It's not super bad, just uncomfortable, but I guarantee when the pain medicine wares off it will really hurt. After all of this I really need to tell Violet something

"I feel fine right now. Um mom? Dad? Can I speak to Violet? Alone?" they share a glance then look back at me and nod. They leave the room and Violet sits on the edge of my bed.

"Umm, so I have something I need to tell you. It is super important that you don't tell anyone. Not even mom and dad." I look at her for some kind of sign that she won't tell anyone. She nods her head and grabs ahold of my un casted hand. Alright this is it. I'm gonna tell her.

I have anxiety. Bad anxiety. I have 3-5 panic attacks a day and they are awful. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before. I was just so scared you were going to look at me differently, which makes sense since I have anxiety." I speak really fast so I can just get it out but I end up rambling instead. I sit there waiting for some type of response. Waiting for the rejection and the hate, but it never comes.

"I know" she responded. My jaw drops, "I have always known and I want to help. I just needed you to be ready to let me help you. Raven I'm always here for you." She starts tearing up. She is so strong and mature for an eleven-year-old. I'm so proud of her. I use my thumb to wipe away her tears and I pull her into a hug.

"I'm ready for your help. I am so ready."

"We will fight this together Raven; you are never alone."

"I know that now and I love you so much for it."

"I love you too"

THE END.