Lost and hopeful little girl..
A black figure overshadowing everything, unclear and dizzying feelings inducing me to hunch over. I look up, everything drained from me. Was my survival just luck? I heard a faint whispering, it was not my salvation but truly the devil reincarnated who disguised themselves as my friend. Loving and two faced. As if God could hear my cries and pleas... I was a lost cause until now.. please don't give up on me, I know you're there.
I looked at him with discontentment, he should be evil but I label him as a confused thing, parasite, scum bag. He was a truly a tormented soldier through his eyes, disdain came to mind when looking at his shrunken eyes that seemed to recede into his eye sockets, beady and eagle eyed. He prayed on the weaklings, like every predator, he singled out and devoured their victim. I do not need to be pitied by the likes of you.
I got what was coming to me, extreme as it was. I had unearthed the cruelties of human kind, the ugly scars littering my fragile unclean skin. The darkness blanketing the unseen blows I was receiving. It had no face for it's horrific crimes. I felt devoured and swallowed by the bottomless pit of the asphyxiation that had left me with no will to live. I was Used. It was nothing to me, the truth so obviously deludes me and you. I had flaws yet you ignore them. I scream yet you smother me, I die and you let me.
Large hands scoop me up as I lay there, lifeless. They capture my innocence with one touch, the dread spreads like a disease of the mind that traps me into a illusion. I gasp suddenly realizing finally the moment had come, a fighting nature was awakened within me. I had to get away..
That night.. I lay there, on the mental slab. Conjuring up my thoughts, my luck had ran out. The ruptured skull had killed me and he was free to stalk the streets at night. The predator had won his meal and I was just now an echo of the past.