It happened quickly from what Terry could make out. The boy across from her he had yelled at the strange boy who had taken her hand. Then there was yelling. Terry had instinctively put her hand up to her ears, drawing her legs close to her, a small girl- she could fit them on the chair with her. The foetal position- its what she usually took if fighting happened around her. She hated it, the cursing and roaring. The tension. She just wanted it to go away. Closing her eyes tightly she only hear muffling sounds, a crash, a guy and a girl shouting. Then silence.
Looking up slowly and taking her hands down she caught the end of the girl beside her conversation with the man sitting back into his chair. Everything was disjointed in her head and it took a while to piece that the boy beside her was now gone. So he had been the yeller? She would have to avoid him. But these other two- they seemed pretty calm. Pretty safe was what she was hoping. "I'm messed up" she finally said, timid though it was. "But I'm here to get better, I'm going to try my best. Its hard." Her hands shaking as she spoke, both from nerves and the withdrawal. "I just think we should all do our best, I think that includes doing our best for each other too."
Yes, her small speech was slurred, and broken in parts. She had a difficult time even knowing if she made sense. But she just wanted everyone to get along. Yelling usually lead the violence and Terry didn't like being in the middle of that. She'd have to escape again, but where too? The drugs had helped her once to do that. Even in her shaken form she doubted she could use them again.