#15 An Answered Scream ( Part II )
I stared at her. All thoughts of the times before disappeared under the weight of this newest loss. Crippling grief welled up within me. I bent in half, my arms wrapped around me. I bent in half and screamed. I screamed to the spring bud grasses growing beneath my feet. I screamed at the leather shoes shodding my feet. Shoes that, for a moment, I understood were not mine. Were never mine. I screamed because, in that very second of understanding I knew that I was no better than the paper dolls in my classroom.