[center][h1][color=f7976a]Jenna Connor[/color][/h1][/center]
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Jenna woke up from her nightmare in a cold sweat. The nightmares had started after she had been the victim of a sexual assault before as well. She woke up in a fetal position rocking and clutching herself in a defensive hug. Tears were streaming down her face and when she woke up fully she would see Matt watching her. He recognized the signs and said 

[color=00aeef]"Jenna, how many times has it happened to you?" [/color]

She looked at the floor. [color=f7976a]"Yesterday was the fourth time since I was 15. Stepdad, two photographers and then that guy yesterday. It's okay, I'll be alright."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"You know I think Jon likes you. I think in this new world you have to fight harder for what you want. Don't let this stand in your way."[/color] He walked over and hugged her and wiped away her tears. Then he left.

She went into the bathroom and saw what she looked like. She was purple and red, one eye was blackened and her arms were black and blue from the bruising. Jenna's stomach was tender from the really hard punch to the gut she took just before the guy had gotten her on the table in the cafeteria. She thought to herself that there was no reasonable way that Jon would look at her again. She was just a pretty decoration that had been pieced back together too many times to be of value to anyone.

[@kurai assassin][@Belle]