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Run Little Bird, Run
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO HIM?"
It was as if she had retreated inside of herself; instead of being there with Matt, she watched in the same way someone would watch television. It's as if the sounds were arriving in her brain from far away, far away, and her touch is somehow disconnected. And so, she told herself repeatedly that everything was going to be okay.
Yet, it wasn't. Not even a little bit.
She was scared shitless. That feeling someone gets when they don't know what to do, how they ended up here and what the future offers.
The worst part about this wasn't this situation, but it was now the sudden realisation of just how close to her house these people were, it was so close, and the thought alone scared. While she was worried about herself, never stopping to think about the potential threats could be just almost the corner. Damn, how had her life shifted for the worst in m
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