She told me she’d sell the girls. That she would force me to watch my family being ripped apart. So, is that what my future holds? I’ll be forced to sit on the sidelines, useless and weak, while my family is shredded. While my life and purpose are set aflame in front of my eyes.
The lack of sensation seeps from my chest and into my arms and legs slowly, like death, claiming my movement and action for itself.
I can’t move, can’t think of anything beyond how this is it. This is it. It’s happening.
And amidst all of it, Courtney looks up at me and winks.
Her beautiful heart-shaped face. Paler than normal due to living inside a container for weeks on end, and bruised due to her beating, but still beautiful. Still Courtney.
Her brown eyes are liquid caramel, golden even in the rickety fluo
