But it didn’t register. I was like on auto pilot…. Like I was standing outside looking in….watching me destroy him….. I don’t remember how I got him on the ground, or how I kept hitting him…. I just know that my arms where heavy, and blooding….. I remember looking and seeing them looking back at me…… I feel so screwed up, like I’m sinking…… I remember feeling like I wasn’t human… like I was some kind of monster.”
Her voice was cracking becoming harder and harder to understand as she continued her story. And against his work ethic, Mr. C let the broken girl cling to him. In this moment he wasn’t her appointed councilor, he was her confident, he was the father she didn’t have and so desperately needed.
“I have a fear. A fear one day I’ll wake up and everything will be dark.
Like quicksand, I’ll sink so far, so fast that when I finally wake up, finally
Realize what’s happened, I’ll be so alone, so cold, and all I’ll see is the
Speak of light at the top, and that wont make me happy, it will only make
Me open my eyes and see just how far I’ve fallen, how far I’ve sunk.
They say every dusk has it’s dawn, I hope there right because, I’m done
Living in the shadows.”
