It was as if hell itself had taken human form and come up from the abyss.
We were all pawns easily discarded at the whims of monsters, some of whom were younger than me.
VOA no longer felt like a sanctuary but rather a mirage and we were desert wanderers.
He was a nobody. Yet and still, he held the gun and therfore all of the power.
Inside, I screamed for help but the words knew better than to escape my lips.
