
there's this girl who's older than him, but not fully developed. maybe a little younger. though my “year” escapes me like everything else. she’s usually unresponsive when I see her. she lays slack on the ground with her arms drawn up to her face slightly.
she looks like someone coming off a bad trip, her body twitching every so often. her lips are parted but no words come out. there’s bruises just under her chin, along her pulse. her eyes are hazy too. her eyes follow me. they’re responsive. her pattern of appearances are overwhelming. i can see her over and over in a short span of time and it burns into my brain. it makes me want to wail like the boy.