Crissi Langwell

Shhh,_ Mr. Winston whispered into her hair. __t__ going to be okay. It__ going to be okay._ He said it over and over again, just as the boy had done when she was at her most helpless. He rocked her with each stanza of the hypnotic prayer, and she melted into his arms, letting him be her strength as she cried into his chest.__ couldn__ keep her,_ she finally mustered, wiping her nose against his scratchy flannel. __hhh_ he repeated. He kissed the top of her head and then stood. With surprising strength, the elderly man lifted her as if she weighed nothing, bringing her to the car. He opened the car door with one hand, sat her in the front seat, and then buckled her in like she was a child. Exhausted, Maddie didn__ fight him or try to do it on her own. She needed someone else to be in charge for a while. She needed to be taken care of.

Even when the sun was shining she couldn__ see it. The whole house was closing in on her and she was suffocating.

Maddie breathed in deep, inhaling the scent of breakfast and dish soap, clean laundry and wood floors, sunshine and a room filled with love. It smelled like home.

Have you ever loved someone so much, you felt like your heart was going to just beat right out of your chest?

She drifted down into the water, letting it engulf her body until even her face was underwater. The silence was delicious, just the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.