YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE

She heard the tapping of the heels of the shoes rhythmically as someone approached her way. She was hiding her face between her knees, hugging her fragile and lonely self.

She did not want to meet anyone or see anyone. She did not want to talk with them or hear anything from them. She did not even want to see their faces or feel their presence around.

She was too weak to deal with that... both mentally and physically.

She had no grain in her stomach or much water to keep her hydrated enough. Every time her stomach grumbled in hunger, the thought of food made her puke incessantly.

The blood and those terrified and guilty eyes stared back at her, apologising to her.

That thought again made the bile rise up her throat. She did not realise when that person stopped near her and then crouched down.