Am I the only one who see's the pain in her eyes? The shock and horror plastered on her face?
I can feel the fear flow through her blood stream and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it.
Its such a small thing. A small tiny thing and she's freaking out about it. If you look closely you'll see just how big it is though. And as I write this I realize how massive it is, what a massive impact it has on her.
I wish I could stop them from hurting her, from hurting me. Why can't I stop them?
Because I am one of them.
I've realized what's at stake and I'm trying to get out and away, fast.
Someone help me.
And everyone does.
And it's like she never existed because they help me and ignore her.
And she becomes even more confused.
