Typed on phone.
A short something.
It's strange. But, I thought it was pretty good. Tell me what you think.
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This wasn't the panicked thought I had in my head, when I jumped down from my window. I didn't limp out the backyard and in to the woods for this. No... I was thinking about the color on my lips, hips, and cheek. The sting on my neck, deformed wrist, and ankles. The ache that surged through my pelvis, with every step. The cold in my chest. As, I had walked forward, I thought back. To cruel eyes and sadistic smiles. Then to gentle eyes and a sweet smile. The woman that welcomed me in to her house. I stopped walking, but tear kept flowing. And, it still didn't cross my mind. Though a dark figure crossed my eyes. I held my breath, in my mouth, as a "Hello, little one" went out his. He stepped out with a smile no like hers, but not kind either. I didn't try to run. I didn't try to hide. I didn't yell or cry. Even when he grabbed and dragged me. Didn't say a word when he took out the knife. Not even when he said, "Bye, little one", as he lifted the knife above me. I think though. I think this wasn't my plan, but...this is better.
