Disillusionment
She could see them. Five. The kid had to be about fourteen. Her heart wasn't in her throat, it had progressed to her mouth. Five of them. One kid. Five of them. One kid. No matter how many times you think it, it doesn't get anymore even. Disillusionment. There was blood. There was blood. Five 'upstanding citizens'. Five blood-thirsty teenagers. Disillusionment. Maybe the kid would die. They were her friends brothers, her sisters boyfriend. Disillusionment.
The kid groaned. He was going to die. Disillusionment. She gasped. They looked up. She turned. Ran. Disillusionment. Her heart beat so she thought it would burst. He knows who I am he knows where I live he knows who I am he knows where I live… He knows who I am. Disillusionment. Run…
Two Months Later
I have to tell her. Her boyfriend. He might- hurt her. Disillusionment. But if she did… She had to. Her sister. She had to tell. Have to tell have to tell have to tell have to tell…Disillusionment. She straightened her back. She'd tell her tonight.