Extenuating circumstances!
Her scars crisscrossed her whole body, but only the ones on her face were from the tattoos. Part of her wished she knew how and why she got them. Most of her was afraid to find out.
"Remy," she said, sniffled then swiped her sleeve across her cheek. "Nate." Rachel's eyes lowered again as more tears spilled out. "Remy helped me sleep. Kept the nightmares away. He was my friend. My first friend. Nate...we had the same last name so I think he was my brother."