He takes her hand, his grip tight and demanding.
She struggles and begs him to let go.
He's hurting her.
The weak girl's skin is bruising in the form of an angry handprint.
Her pleads and cries go unheard in his closed ears.
He drags her across the room, the girl's feet scraping the carpeted floor.
He yanked her up with wrath ridden eyes,
She knows what's about to come,
She's seen it before with her mother,
Seen the terror that is now reflected in her eyes.
One hit,
Two hits,
Three hits,
Was all it took to end her.
Igneous aptness shines in a thief's eyes,
As he grazes his filthy hands on a wad of cash.
Stolen from a young woman's purse.
She was just dumped,
Cheated on,
Her mother had recently died of cancer,
And her father is nowhere to be seen.
The cuts on her wrists tell a story of a harsher time.
Some fresh and some new.
The thief saw them,
And the glistening wetness of her pleading eyes,
As she begged for her money back.
It was all she needed to start a new, better life.
But he didn't care.
Not at all,
He just needed to scratch that itch.
Standing in the crowded hall was a young boy.
His classmates laughing and taunting him,
As he bends down and picks up his wet clothes.
He stood naked, save for the white towel,
Wrapped tight around his waist.
No girl or boy comes to his aid.
His mind racing with the evilest thoughts.
He wants to run,
To hide away from the pain and never come back.
The wet cloth drips and squishes in his hands.
He spots a girl, maybe a year or two older than himself.
She laughs,
Her voices ringing throughout the hallway,
Silencing everyone.
She opens her mouth,
Vicious venom spews from her fanged lips.
"Smells like wet dog in here."
It's cold outside.
Mid December,
And he is shivering.
Homeless and without food for a few days,
His blood is frozen as he begs for some scraps.
A couple crosses his path,
He asks for some money to buy something to warm him up.
No, they say.
He turns to the next person,
Their answer haunting him but he is used to it.
He goes from person to person,
Each saying no.
He dips even lower than possible,
And asks a little girl.
She reaches for her mom,
Asking her a few dollars to spare,
Excitement warms his frozen heart,
Finally something warm.
Her mother shakes her head,
"No sweetheart, he will spend it on drugs."
She hastily drags her daughter away.
But she doesn't know,
That he is a cancer survivor,
With no money left to even pay for his house.
