Someone was in there
I couldn’t look
I could barely stand
But I could not be brought to my knees to kneel, to see this person
I wanted to run
I wanted to escape
But it was there. It was happening. I needed to do something.
But the undeniable urge to run was there. And it hit me.
I need to stop running, stop trying to escape what I need to deal with. I need to look it directly in the eye and face it.
No more running. For ignoring a death does not make it not real, not dealing with bullet wounds does not mean that they won’t kill you.