In a world grown cold and unforgiving no one noticed the bruised and bloody shell of a little girl walking among them. in a daze she walked aimlessly her large blue eyes were tear filled, every once in a while she'd open her mouth but only tiny gasps came out. Her blonde hair was disheveled and a bright pink hair clip hung loosely on a few strands. Her left cheek bore a mark of a partial boot print, her lips swollen and bloody.
Down her face she had tear streaks amidst the blood and dirt. Her shirt was ripped in places and caked with bloody mud. You could hardly make out a smiling Dora the Explorer splayed on the front of it. Her pants were unbutton and rested on her tiny hips. She had one shoe on and its laces flopped against the pavement every time she took a step. She clutched to a headless stuffed teddy bear, keeping it close to her chest.
Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, she opened her mouth one more time and a scream ripped from her soul assaulted the ears of those around her. The scream sounded inhuman and a few were shocked when they realized the fragile, tiny frame it had been emitted from. Again and again she screamed, her shoulders heaving up and down, her face buried in the protruding stuffing from the bear. A small crowd of onlookers stared at each other each silently begging the other to step up and do something.
A large man burst through the crowd, sporting a blood spotted t-shirt and prison made tattoos covering his bulging arms. The little girl swung herself down into a fetal position and held her breath. The crowd watched as he muttered something under his breath and grabbed the little girl by the hair. He swung her under his arms and charged back the same way he had came. Still clutching the teddy bear she looked at the people with a look of pure terror. In moments the two had disappeared and everyone went about their way as if the tortured, little girl, pleading for a savior was never there.
A month would pass before someone stumbled upon the body of a little girl, littered with cuts and bruises. One person claimed the corpses of POWs were in better shape then this delicate little girl. An autopsy would later reveal that the little girl had bled to death. This little girl was believed to have died a slow and painful death alone. She was found still clutching the headless teddy bear.
One man remained haunted by this find, ever since he saw the little girl being carried away by a stone-chiseled man he had nightmares. Night after night, a little girl with the large blue eyes was reaching out to him for help. He reached for her but woke up before he got to her. Even in his dreams he failed this blood covered girl. One night in the stillness of the darkness a single gunshot rang out, momentarily waking neighbors who promptly fell back asleep. To exhausted with their own life to care about another. A few days later a family member found the man in bed. His body stiff and hard with an exit wound at the top of his head. Dry blood splattered the walls and his bed. Next to him laid a single piece of paper that read:
“If I had the courage to do something, then we wouldn’t be dead”....
