#fittobounce

PARIS HILTON—STARS ARE BLIND.

     She notices, the bruises— the way he pulls away from her touch just a little when fingers brush over a fresh one. It hasn’t even been that long since he was brought here && it seems already he’s managed to make some influential enemies inside these walls. ( The rumour is Bellick’s got something to do with that— she’d talk to Pope, but he’s blind to the things done after twilight. ) He’s too young to be here, regardless— && whatever you decided to call the compulsion to save him from someone— she’s willing to lend him a hand. He’s not a bad person, not on paper && definitely not in person when she seems him pushing that brave smile for her as they pass in the yard when she’s looking out for Michael. Can’t say she minds, at least he’s here by coincidence only— not out of evil deeds never purified. Taping up a bandage over some roughened up flesh ( It was nothing, they all say for the fear of being labelled a RAT. ) she snaps off the rubber gloves && leans back.