Silent Weeping

"He was supposed to be dead..." I walked up to the girl who now sat on my porch crying her eyes out as she looked over the feild. I place a gentle hand on her shoulder smiling down at her softly understanding her pain, after all; i was a weeping mess when it first happened aswell. ”How unfair” i think to myself as i comfort her sitting down next to her and rocking her as she cried.

“This isn’t fair!” she yells in between sobs voicing my exact thoughts “H-He was supposed to be dead...I....I...” She can barely say another word as she relives her trauma and breaks down again. I mean can you blame her? It’s not everyday someone kills all of your friends, and when you stab him eight times in the back in attempt to escape an arrow to the leg tells you hes not dead. She suffered more than the rest of us for wanting to live how truley unfair. I push her head into my chest as the rest of the girls make sort of a comforting barriar around her when he drags her bloody bruised body back into the house to do indescrible things too.

”I should have gotten him help when he was younger, the poor rabbits in our yard. I’m so sorry everyone this is all my fault” I silently apologize to them all as we comfort her for failing as a mother and subjecting them to all of this pain. So i shall stay here and atone for my sins until the day someone escapes and brings the gils who roam this land peace and justice.