Chapitre 13: Beggar

I'm not sure why. My throat feels tighter and I claw at it, my blunt nails scraping the skin around my neck.

“No.” Zero's deep volcanic voice coming from across the room silences my head enough to see a frail older man walking toward us.

I inhale and tell myself I'm okay, the monster is gone.

And although my mind is fighting to go to its dark place, I'm able to hold it back by that simple command.

Another girl's face would've turned Crimson and blushed, maybe even felt embarrassed by her actions and left.

I'm not like that, those emotions were raped from me, mind, body and spirit. I can't feel them.

Sometimes I ask myself if I put a bullet in my leg would I even cry. It's like I'm dead inside.

Except for last night on the back of Zero's bike, I felt something breathe life in me.

I have no idea what it is but it's scary. I don't trust scary.

The only scary I've known came in a 6 foot three package that promised only goodness in a fancy car.