You look out your window
And you see perfect things.
The perfect wind gently blowing,
The perfect flowers swaying.
Across the street you see
The perfect little bird,
Tweeting its sweet tune.
You wish you could sing out the hurt.
Rain splashes on your window
And reminds you of your tea...
My hands pressed against the opaque glass door and I let out a scream that no one heard. I fell to my knees and pleaded. My mouth formed the words "take me" but no sound came out. There were two shadows moving on the other side of the glass, one being much bigger than the other. It was whi...