The girl is sad upon my arrival, yet she doesn't know that I'm here. I watch her intensely as she seems to be deep in thought. My shadow is cast over her tiny figure that is slowly swaying. I then realize that the girl is curled up into a ball and tears can't seem to escape fast enough. I wish that I could comfort the girl, but I can't move on my own. A bright light shines upon the girl who is now wiping her tear away and a small smiles grazes her lips. The sight is quite beautiful, like the girl is being revived. All of a sudden everything turns dark again and I am in a different position then I was before, I see the frail broken girl from a different angle. She looks helpless and torn on what to do. I watch her eyes and how they flip back and forth from wall to wall. The room is incredibly dull much like the girl, only containing a bed stripped from its sheets, grey everything, grey dresser, and a grey throw blanket. I look for her sheets and duvet to find them bloody and scrunched up into a ball in the far corner. The girl still doesn't acknowledge me, and for that I am grateful. My mentor had told me that they never do realize we were even there until we leave. I don't know why we do what we do, I was too cowardly to ask anyone. I want to reach out and smooth back the girls hair away from her face, the light brown hair now covering her face closing off my view. I bet she has beautiful eyes that would normally shine brightly, but too bad because I couldn't see them since they shut upon my stay here. Her grey nightgown a great contrast to her pale skin that is incredibly spotless. She sniffs shifting around slightly. It only takes me a few minutes to realize why she had stopped moving. Her chest still moves up and down, she is sleeping, but her tears don't care or give away. They remain streaming down her face adding to the puddle already engulfing her. I want to save her, be her hope, but I only move closer and closer towards her. Within seconds I am right over top of her body that seems to crack the closer I get. She stops breathing and I want to close my eyes but I don't have any so I am forced to watch her. Every single second of her falling apart. I drift away from her, and if I could I would cry. I want to thrash around mercilessly until I can live and somehow save the dead girl, but like I have said I don't move on my own. I can't control the deaths I cause.
