I Wanna Sunburn, Just To Know That I'm Alive.

She wiggles her toes to try and feel them. The cold tracks have numbed them again. The headache is back, she wonders how similar this feels. She takes a step back and suddenly she is falling. The air rushes past her, she closes her eyes. She realizes that she should reach out for help but cannot move her arms, is it because she can't or she doesn't want to? His voice fills her head. He believes it's so easy but she just wishes he would understand. She tries to respond but her mouth won't move. She tries to yell...nothing. She's crying, she just wants to be heard.

She cannot catch on to that hand. She cannot destroy that girl she once did that day. She doesn't trust that hand. Not because the hand is comforting and warm but because he always held that hand closer than he ever did her. Because he always fought for that girl more than he ever did for her. Because he has left her with nothing yet still holds a place for that girl in his heart. When he hated her, when all her wanted was for her to feel pain he still talked to that girl. He still loved that girl.