The damp hair was tied in a messy bun. A tight, striped top that emphasizes her slim body. A black leather jacket that was too big to avoid the cold. Grey, capped sweatpants. The eyes drowned. The jaw hurts. Traces of tears on the cheeks. Chest trembling with fear & panic to be pulled back into the black hole, to be abused again.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!",she shouted desperately. Her thoughts as confused as the dark sky full of clouds. Every thought that threw her head not being good enough.

"I-I can't... I-I can't do this anymore.", she said desperately to herself. Quiet. She held her head and slowly got down on her knees. The thoughts that take her back like a spell. The thoughts that pulled her into the black.

The will, the hopelessness and the last force that grabs her and makes her run away.

But she doesn't make it.

It stops as if stiffened.

Suddenly she is tackled. She feels a firm grip on her forearm. Panicked, she looks at the person who is holding her. The warmth of the big hand can be felt, almost sleep-relieving, as tired as she is from all the chaos and suffering. She is dragged along by the unknown person.

It's a male. A man. A young man in this 20s. He's wearing a white, loosely, fitting shirt, which suits his slim body. The cardigan underlines his wide shoulders which makes him look even stronger. The cardigan in sooth fall colors, that seem to calm the little girl down. The man is not talking. He's just looking at the suffering girl, how she breathes hard and tries to stand on her shaky legs.

He watches the little girl staring at him so defenselessly. Her dreamy eyes, which he immediately notices, as well as the subsequent pale skin that makes him worry. With his dark brown eyes he looks at her for a moment in silence because he never spoke. He stayed silent. Because there was no need to talk. There was no time to talk. Because the pain and suffering haunted her for hours, for months, for years as if on the go.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the girl by the wrist to drag her along with him without a word. As if in pursuit, she runs after the person who leads her to a safe place. An unknown place. The main thing is to get away from the pain. The main thing is safety.

She did not fight back. She let the man pull her along silently. What else could happen to me? she wondered powerlessly. She already lost everything she owned. Her dignity, her strength, her will to live. The girl no longer has a soul. She is just an empty shell of herself. A scary, indifferent shell after all of her innocence and joie de vivre were torn from her. Day to day. Month to month. Year after year. It was a never-ending, miserable horror game in which she played the lead role.

Panting, the 12-year-old girl is pushed by the person into an empty field in the middle of a forest.

She falls to the side. She supports herself with her hand, her cheek full of dirt, her eyes narrowing at all the dust that blurs her vision. Because her physical strength decreases more and more, she remains lying down. The girl could just have sworn that the pain and suffering haunted her in the form of an engaging shadow. But actually the dark suction was out of sight. She had opened her irritated eyes slightly and suddenly discovered her unfamiliar, calm environment, into which the young man led her quietly.

There were big trees that cut off the small field from the unpleasant reality. The cool air brushed her trembling body into the night. The black-haired girl with the disordered curls was only allowed to leave the apartment at night, where she had been kept away for years.

Actually, she wasn't allowed to do this either.

However, she sneaked out of the doors or the windows to get out of the way of the harrowing violence, in order to be able to live on as a walking shadow at least during the night.

She watches how the rescuer looks left and right. The silver, straight hair falls on his forehead. Despite the rush and hustle and bustle he was in, all his movements and actions looked so elegant. He was like an indescribable being in human form, thought the girl lying on the floor as she eyed him deeply. The man does not look at her, no attention and yet the person seems so extremely important to the girl.

So significant. So strong and protective.

The person appears loving through their actions in the eyes of the 12 year old. The eyes widen. She suddenly sees the person running away. The person runs to death.

The pain & suffering that haunted the girl who ultimately killed the rescuer. Still in sight of the girl. But she doesn't feel it. She sees it, unable to act. No tears, no grief. She watches as the rescuer dies quietly. The saving person appears so peaceful while he is dying.

"I will stop being a burden for everyone in my life. Used to be thrown and forgotten. To remain unloved while the voices in my head keep getting terrible day after day. I will stop fighting. Finally those terrible voices will stop speaking to me. My terrifying imaginations will no longer be there. I won't have to suffer anymore. Wait for me. I come with you so that you can guide me like you did before but in another world, in a better world. I will be with you in a moment.",she quietly said after seeing the dark shadow of pain killing the young man.

The person does not appear suffering, not painful. He is smiling, nodding as if this was the only answer he could give to her right now. The person lies on the ground, breathing heavily, looks up at the sky and dies quietly with his brown eyes closed.

As if the person had completed their life's work.

As peaceful as the person appears.

As peaceful as she disappears.

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