She looked at me, wide eyes filled to the brim with salty tears, she was puppy lost in the rain.
Her hair was sticking to her skin, her clothes soaked to the bone, and she shook like she was meant to do only that.
"Are you lost? Where's your family?"
Sam would ask why I cared so much, that it wasn't me, that it was never me, never me to pick up strays off the street.
But I wasn't me after all, I needed to not be me, to be someone else in the last few weeks of my life.
It won't hurt to do some good, and she looked like someone that needed a warm meal and bed.
"Gone, dead, dead as ash. Daddy doesn't care, daddy doesn't. Who's my mommy? Where's my mommy? She gave birth to a freak, a monster with a damaged mind, crazy and alone I'll die. Who are you, boy? My savior? My angel? Why would an angel want to help me with such a soul coated in blood and dirt? Tainted, tainted."
She went on and on like she couldn't find any to say so she said everything.
Finally her voice died down and her knees gave way, she fell into my chest head first..
I pulled her up, carried her, legs swinging as I moved toward the car.
Her whispers went on, whispers of pain and horror that she couldn't take anymore.
"Are you going to take me home, away from this nasty rain?"
I felt her breath on my cheek as I sat her down in the back, her eyes shut but her mind on.
"Yes, I'm taking you home."