Her sobs soft as a whisper. yet i heard them loud and clear. i rose my gaze from the floor to the sight of a girl. She was beautiful. She seemed to glow as the reflection of the sun bounced off the window. As if she was some spirit. perhaps an angel. She sits in await, tears streaming down her red cheeks. her skin looks so soft, i wanted to wipe her tears away and hold her close. yet this is not the place to make such a connection. I rise from my seat of sorrow and proceed to her. They all look at me walk over to the unknown beauty. I stop at her side and sit down next to her. She lifts her head from her eyes to gaze at me. Her eyes gleamed with a tint of red and a river of tears. She was afraid. I spoke softy to her. I dare not raise for anything. This place is nothing to be afraid of, when you let yourself grow into a fighter. The angel, like me, tried to end her life, and she got the same fate as me. but i am no angel. I never will be. I watched her blink her eyes and wipe her tear away. She smiled and i felt my heart sink. I was not in love. but i have never laid eyes on such a girl. and i never thought of such an angel being in such a hell. I laid my hand onto hers and looked into her eyes. I spilled an apology for whatever it was that lead her here but reassured her she will be safe. I would make sure of that. With that i took her hand and with my eyes asked her to rise.
