Hes always standing over my shoulder. Waiting for me to fall back into his arms so he can consume me. He looks welcoming, warm, and even comfortable. Sometimes when ive fallen deep into his arms, I can see Her. I can see her hand reaching out for mine. I reach out as far as i possibly can. She tells me to try harder, so I do. My hand begins to cramp as I stretch my tiny fingers as far as they can go. I feel the force of him pulling against my escape. I'm trying so hard its painful, I start feel the warmth of blood run down my thighs from where his fingers have dug into my hips, in attempt to keep me within his grasp. I will not let him hear me cry. I try to conceal my cries for help, as tears roll down my cheeks. Sometimes i want Her to try harder to reach me, but NO thats never how that works. Sometimes I will get so close I can feel Her fingertips touch mine. When I pull back to regain my strength to try again, he grabs my hand and tells me to stop and rest. That its not worth it. He tells me that I'll never reach Her. I cry listening to the outsiders who are oblivious to what is happening. I want them to help me, but when I ask they say "I'm sorry, maybe you should stop and rest for a while..."