She heard me. This time I’m sure of it. She. Heard. Me. My words. Help me. I tried to whisper it so many times before. But my voice sounded like the wind and the rustling leaves. I don’t know if sounds even come out of my mouth. I don’t know how I say the words. My lips are blue.
I stepped on a twig. Imagined the feel of it under my foot. The sound of it if I pressed down hard with my toe. Crack. Crack. Crack. Maybe that’s how it works with my voice, too.
Find me, I whispered.
I want my parents to know. I want to go home. I don’t want to be alone anymore.
But I’m scared. For her.
Because when the truth bashes you on the head, it can make you bleed. It can destroy your world. The truth can be scary. And now the scary truth is so, so close to her.