The Victim

“Stop! Please! Why are you doing this?” I was desperately crying after her. “Yo, why won’t you help me?” I shouted again, but without even flinching she kept walking away as fast as she could. I’m burning up. I’m seriously burning up right behind you and you can’t even manage to look back at me. I just don’t, I don’t understand how you could just not give a fuck. You’re supposed to care about me, at least that’s what you said.

“Don’t you care?” I screamed like she needed a reminder, and it worked. She slowed down and began to look back at me, but as soon as she caught a glimpse she started to rush away even faster. I can’t believe her. Why doesn’t she care care? Why doesn’t she want to help me? Why does she keep running?

“Stop fucking running!” I yelled angrily. I’ve been after her for 3 blocks now, just trying to get her help. I just can’t stand the burning anymore. I still haven’t even seen anyone else that could help me. It’s like everyone’s trying to avoid me.

It doesn’t make sense. People peek through their windows, but don’t even seem to care. I figure’d she’d be the first one to help me, since I’m her man. She’s supposed to help me, she’s supposed to care, but she just keeps fucking running, like she’s the one that needs help.

This shit makes me wanna cry, but there’s no time for that. As I was following her, I tried looking around a few times to see if I could find someone else, anyone to help me. All I could see was the trail of ash and fire I was leaving behind. She can see me burning up, but she’d rather turn her back on me and run.

“Stop!” I cried again. I reached up and grabbed a clump of my burning hair and tossed it at her. When it hit her she panicked and fell to the ground. I just wanted her to look at me again, but she looks terrified. She saw the smoke before the fire. She saw what was happening to me before it even began. She could’ve done something before it got this bad, so why? Why does wanna leave me alone now? Why is she so afraid? Why does she keep making things worse?

Sirens were rolling in from the distance, and I heard them come up and stop behind me. Red and blue lights started to flash around us. Help was finally here. A loud and stern voice suddenly shouted, “Hands behind your head!” I was confused but he continued with even more force in his voice, “Now!” I turnt around and the officer’s expression matched hers.

He was scared and pointing the gun directly at me. I’m still burning up and he has a gun pointed at my head instead. I’m the one that needs help. I’m the victim. I turned my head back towards her. She needs to help me. She should see that she’s the only one that can. I raised my arm cautiously and began to take a step towards her. He screamed “Stay right there!”, and fired his gun.