Why? Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this? What have I done for him to cause me so much pain? Why must I suffer like this?
Why can’t he just leave me alone?
I scream in anguish but he doesn’t stop. He continues to hurt me. The pain only prolongs. He suffocates me, presses my injuries, touches my wounds. The pain only increases.
I wish he had just left me alone. I wish he had just let me be – left me to die a painless death. No! He took me and chose to keep my pain alive; he chose to cause me more suffering. I wait here alone, longing, pleading for death to take hold of me.
I have already suffered enough pain before him. Why must he make it worse? How can anyone be so cruel? How can anyone like him even exist?
He holds me again. He holds me so tight that I can’t move. There is another one like him. He pulls my arm; my injured arm. I scream, as I begin to cry in pain. They wrap my arm in some sort of white cloth. I wish it would just end. I continue to scream.
He says something to me in his native tongue. “It’s going to be okay. I love you”, he says. I don’t understand what it means. I continue to scream in my suffering, as I burn with hatred for him.