I didn’t how scared she was and I should have, because thats what friends do: they notice things. They’re there for each other. They see what parents don’t. If I could do it again, I would stand her in front of that mirror and tell her all the amazing things I saw in her. And all the times when she got freaked out and quiet, I shouldn’t have left. Instead, I should have put some music on the stereo and sat back against the wall on one side of the room, and hoped that even if I couldn’t get into the dark places in her head, I would at least be there waiting on the outside.