Symbiosis
I began, naive and vulnerable.
A novice.
A thousand colours with no canvas,
And no idea
How to use the brush which I was given.
Anyone who ever placed doubt on me
Had been anticipating this moment.
Hesitant, the door opened and a
Nervous, small girl is all of a sudden
On display to wrinkled foreheads and pursed lips.
Trepidation and a wrong decision hits home.
But there was a turning point, which stopped dead
My own feet's.
A woman in blue...
Her assuring gaze met my own and held me in
That spot, under the characteristic blinking light of the Station entrance, a copper in itself.
I didn't even know that womans name,
But I was certain that I took to her, the way a newborn
Child would bond with it's mother.
Jill Valentine.
Stronger than anyone I had ever met,
She would never need me.
Guidance and secuirity, admiration.
A rush so intense,
Am I a burden?
Click...click...click...
Muffled growling and wet, heavy breathing.
A flash of green skin,
My God! Trembling fingers struggled to make contact with the trigger
Futile - the gun fell,
As did she, the moment that unearthly racket, that
Tearing hit my ears.
Instantly, greatfully, we were alone.
Only human, I was panic stricken -
Bandages can only do so much...
Stay with me;
You and I...We can do this..Please..
Tears which posed no purpose
Still insisted on joining us in our struggle.
Time passed, wounds healed.
An unspoken bond which is undeniable regardless..
I thank you, Jill. For to this day I
Believe it was tenderness which allowed a
Heroine the chance to fight again. Allowed a
Girl the chance to be needed.