Blood.
There’s blood everywhere.
Norman’s blood is on the ground but I can’t sense where he’s been shot. My mind is too blank to think.
Norman’s been shot.
Norman’s been shot.
Norman’s been shot.
There are soldiers surrounding him and I’m a mess right now. Why? How? I’m being dragged away from him and I fight back but he is a million times stronger than me. I’m clawing at his arms and kicking back and crying into the emptiness.
Pain is making me weaker.
Pain is making me dumb.
Pain is killing my logic.
Pain is breaking every single bone in my body. I want to shriek through street. I want to fall to my knees and sob into the emptiness I am feeling. I don’t understand why the agony is impossible to escape. Why my mouth is being covered with someone else’s hands.
The tears sp
