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Jordan was ten again. He locked himself in the bathroom, curled up in the very back corner, sobbing between his knees. Uncle Will was after him again. He stared at his bare, bruised arms.
Here she comes once more, Lurking in the dark, Sweat seeps from my pores.
I knew a child. Who was mild. Every night. She was a horrible sight. She would crawl to her bed. and fall limp like the dead. She would lay down and weep. and stay half asleep.
Why is it that when people are depressed the people around them always try to cheer them up.
I stood there, staring at the sparkling waves under the moonlit sky. I was alone - I was always alone. I felt so.....empty.