Everybody says that they will be that person. The person who steps in when someone is in danger, who stands up for the weak. Yet here I am, listening to sickly crunch and crack of bone on bone contact. Groans and whimpering fall from the mouth of the girl on the dark carpet floor. Merciless kicks and punches come in waves from the tall burly man with the crooked blue cap who stood above her. I'm disoriented and confused, why is the man beating her, and why the hell can I not bring myself to help her? warning: mature themes and swearing were used in the making of this book, any person below the age of 16 years old should use discretion.