Sad, scared, and abused.

Chapter 28

'Her tears washed away streaks of dirt leaving her face halfway clean.

She was barely dressed, a dirty rag wrapped around her frail body.

I walked over to her and she looked up at me with big beautiful brown eyes, and as i looked into them i could see the sadness.

"Where's your mother?' I asked.

The girl looked down and whispered "Gone".

It was snowing ashes and snow. The buildings where torn down. Everything looked burnt and it tore my heart to be there with all the children who had lost parents.

I took off my coat and gave it to her, "Here, wear this." She took it gratefully and put it on.

"Wait.....do you have one for my brother?" She whispered just as i was about to walk away.

"He's about to die. He can't talk because his throat is so bad."

I was about to answer when i a voice came from behind me,

"What do you think your doing?"
"I'm helping them" I replied, looking him up and down. "Something you obviously can't do".

He came towards me , staggering , I smelled the alcohol on his breath.

I knew what was coming.

It was what always came ..

He raised his arm to strike me... '

And I woke up shaking in the hospital bed. Sweaty and confused. I didn't know why I had that dream, I barely dreamed anymore. Maybe it's cause I've been thinking of my father. And of Kid..

Maybe that child was a reflection of the past I had with my father.

Alice turned back over on her side and closed her eyes. Trying to go back to sleep. It was about 2am in the morning so she still had hours to go before the morning sun comes up.

The nurse walked in , but Alice was still and calm. Already forgetting her nightmare and drifting back into a medication induced sleep.

A tall dark figure was seen walking away from the hospital that night. The nurse could see him from Alice's window. He never came inside , just stood there at night.