I recalled the day after the evening when
the incident took place. My eyes were A few drops of water run down her faces.
I come forward, put around my arms
fixated onto a red spot on her skin. I
wanted to console her, but I guessed I
might frighten her. So, I decided to go
back to my seat and left her alone.
Out of nowhere, I felt as if several
rocks were lying on my shoulders. My
heart was pricked. I wondered: what if I around her.
‘You are home now.’
acted? Would it have freed her from a
more severe abuse? Is it my fault?
Today ends. After school, I go back to
take my assignment from the drawer.
The light is not on. But I can see scarlet
scars on someone’s skin.
The light is on. It is Helen.
Silence descends over the room. I have
many questions to ask. I want to know
why she did not come to school today.
But rather than asking her about this
and that, I think having nothing known
would be better. I take a seat,
accompanying with her. I am thinking,
this is when she gets reassured. I move
my head towards her.
IT Magazine / April Issue