Hannah nodded, staring at her scarred arms before wrapping them around herself almost protectively. The feel of comforting fingers sliding through her hair reminded her of her father, of a time when she was safe and loved and protected from the cruelties of the world. Life had been a warm, happy bubble back then, and nothing she did could ever bring that back. "She's in jail somewhere. Sometimes the detective assigned to my case calls and updates me, but so far she's been denied parole and isn't getting out any time soon."
She closed her eyes briefly, remembering the day as clearly as if it had just happened yesterday. "I brought a kitchen knife to school and hid in the bathroom. I knew if I tried it at home she would stop me, and I wanted... I wanted to be somewhere else. I didn't want to die in that house." Her hands curled into fists as she remembered the pain, but there was also relief. She remembered that. "The knife was jagged so I had to cut deep, and it was slow. I remember... it hurt so bad I almost couldn't finish, but at the same time it was a good kind of pain, because I knew after that there was nothing. It wouldn't hurt anymore. But someone saw the blood and the teachers called 911. They got there before I could bleed out, and I was angry. I kept begging them to just let me die, let me die because I didn't want it anymore." She swiped absently at the tears, not even realizing she'd started to cry again. "Then the police were involved, and I got sent to the institution on suicide watch and Sarah was arrested."