• I saw a young girl. Long curly bown hair. And rectangular frames.

    "Please". I pointed to her. "Come here". "Yes you".

    "Do me a favor?" "I want you to listen to me". "Really?"

    "Okay. But I mean listen." "Don't Judge me." "Don't walk away."

    "Just listen." " And I won't be hurt".



    I saw a fragile teenager. Short curly brown hair. And red frames.

    She pointed to me. "Me?"

    "What kind of favor?" "Okay. " "Of course."

    "I know what you mean." "I won't. "I swear."

    "I will." "Okay."



    I looked at the young girl. Innocent and whole.



    I looked at the fragile teen. Broken and tainted.



    The young girl hugged me as I cried. Warm. Gentle.

    She understood me. She helped me. She gave me a smile.

    Sweet. Kind. Considerate.



    I hugged the fragile teen. Her tears hit my neck. Wet. Cold.

    I understood her pain. I helped her through it. I gave her hope.

    She was hurt. Fragile. Weak.



    The young girl took my hand. Soft. Delicate.

    Walked me from my corner. Dark. Dusty. Cracked.

    I shivered at the breeze. "It's okay". Clear. Nice.



    I took her hand. Cold. Shaky

    I walked her to the garden. Bright. Clean. Whole.

    "I know it is" Scared. Hopeful.



    "We'll do this together!" Gleeful. Unaware.

    "Y-Yeah" Doubtful. Hiding.



    I saw the young girl. Now fragile. Her hair cut short. Her frames red.

    "Please". She pointed to me. "Come here."



    I saw the fragile teen. Now grown and whole. Her hair grew out. Her frames still red.

    "Me?" She asked.



    The fragile girl looked at me. A tear struck her eye.

    "D-do me a f-favor?"



    The young adult smiled at me. Sweet. Warm.

    "Of course."



    The fragile girl whispered. Quietly. Calm.

    "I-I mean listen."



    The young adult held me. Her voice cracked.

    "I k-know."



    The fragile girl choked out more words. Tender. Scared.

    "Don't j-judge m-me."



    The young adult held me tighter. I felt her tears once more. Wet. Warm?

    "I-I won't"



    "Don't walk a-away."

    "I swear."

    "J-just l-listen"

    "I w-will"

    What the fragile girl said. Reminded me. Memories.

    "And I-I w-won't be h-h-hurt again..."



    What the young adult did. Helped myself. Again.

    "I-I Know!"


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