Death is all around me and I can’t see anything clearly, it’s dark, my eyes are swollen half shut. This boy reaches out to me with his small trembling hands, but I cannot take his hand because my own are tied. He looks to me for friendship but I cannot speak words of kindness to him because my compassion is locked up tight. He cries to me for help, but I cannot offer him sympathy because I do not have any left to offer. He screams to me in confusion, but I cannot explain to him that he is the victim now, I am not allowed to speak the words. He pleads with me to make them stop, but I am powerless… He is finally quiet but they are not satisfied.
I reach out to this boy with my small trembling hands, but he cannot take my hands because his are still tied. I look to him for help, but he cannot help me because he is powerless. I cry to him 'please make them stop', but he cannot see me because he has been blinded by this horror. I scream to him in confusion, but he does not hear me because he has been deafened by his fear. I call out his name, but he can’t answer me because… just because.
He’s just not useful anymore.