"No. It's because I'm bad. I.. I have to be punished." Or at least that's what Olivia believed. Unlike most of the things that she had done, causing herself harm was not something she had been specifically told to do. It was something she had told herself to do, as a way of making up for the fact that the man who had started the cycle of abuse she had fallen into, her pimp, was no longer there to punish her for whatever it was that she had done bad. Now she had to rely on strange men who certainly couldn't know just how bad she was.
"I'm always supposed to be nice. Some girls have to or they'll get in trouble. But I don't think you have to, you don't seem bad. That's why people should be nice back to you."
Quietly she slipped into the car after Felicity opened it. Now that she was sitting it was easier for her to fidget with the various rips on her clothing. Sometimes it was all she could do to keep herself from digging her nails into the cuts on her wrists. "I like to eat lots of things. I have to because I don't ever get lots of choices. I just have to eat what I can find, even if it's no good anymore."