Shayla

I'm scared. I want to be alone. Why amI all alone? Where's Angie? Why me? Shayla shivered and pulled the oversized sweatshirt closer to her cool skin. She felt oddly both numb and in pain, numb with pain.
The men ran through her mind; the too many, the oh so many, the ones she chased, the ones who chased her, the experiments and all the body parts. She searched for a warm thought, if she could find a comforting thread perhaps she could weave her way back to sanity. She found shame and anger.
She thought of Angie's braces, they were silver and safe and helpful and they kept Angie safe and beautiful. She smiled. Just think about Angie. No men, no men, no men.


"Shayla, What are you doing?", said Bruno.