He looked across the crowded room as she sat with all her friends. She shivered with a sense of doom and unknowingly tried to blend. Her skirt was short, her hair was long, She was pretty, sweet and young Why did she feel so guilty When she did nothing wrong As her brown eyes met his blue ones, his lips curled up to smile She looked away so quickly, but felt his stare awhile. She nervously sat waiting Her fingers twirled a curl Not knowing what she's hating because she's just a little girl. The strength of hairy arms The smell of liquored breath Hating that her charms could make her wish for death. He told her she was not to scream there was no one left to hear Instead she dreamt a special dream The one where there's no fear. Whispering, he then reminded her as he tugged upon a curl that no one would believe her as she was just a little girl. Misty Back