I hit it with my car…
Then I carried her home.
Taking care of her wounds with my own dark depravity.
Her scars tell a story, burns, cuts…some old…but there are some wounds that are fresh.
So fresh they tell a dangerous, intriguing tale. One I’m captivated to learn.
When she opened her eyes she didn’t recoil like the others.
Instead, she told me her name.
Helene…
There is something about her. About the way she meets my stare.
She’s not afraid of me.
Some dangerous part of me wants to keep it that way.
Just this once…