ALANA
Knight lies on the ground, blood pooling out of his left arm and my feet move to step forward but his eyes beg me to go, to leave and never look back at these horrible people. I cry, yet I don't move to help. Even though his ripped shirt shows me all that I've been suspicious about but never gotten confirmation for.
The brutal scars. Scars scars scars
Blood blood blood
I stumble back until I'm running. I'm running but I'm also crying and because of those tears, I can't see anything. I can't see and there's so much noise. So many cars honking. So, I cover my ears.
And then I'm screaming.
