Listening to her..

Listening.

I listen close. As she tells me things. Whispering as to not wake the adults. She says they won't under stand, that they would call me crazy because I see things. Scary things. She walks with me in my mind. Holding my hand, then opening the red wooden door I front of us. The look in their eyes. The ones I love. They ask for me to help. I try so hard to reach them, but she pulls me back and says "its only to make you stronger." I keep screaming, and kicking. She puts me in a hold, making me watch. She wants me to be strong. I am not. I am a weak person with a large heart. I watch in fear knowing a cannot save them...