i was at a psych ward and this twelve year old girl was pregnant. she wouldnt talk a whole lot but her body was thin and covered in scars but she had a little baby bump despite trying to hide it. and some of the kids would pin her against the wall when the techs weren’t there and punch her stomach over and over and over. she had a miscarriage the day before she left. i had never seen someone so broken. she wanted to keep the baby. it’s name would have either been josaiah or blakely. but she it peanut. i could have done something. i could have tried to pull them off her – others did. i was the only one she trusted and the only one the staff trusted to be within six feet of her bc people would attack her so often. that was three years ago and i dont know where she is. im scared for her.