I remember the day I was picked .

It’s so vivid yet so blurry .

My hope of a good future that was painfully cut until one strand remained .

A mixture of saddness that spiralled into anger .

Why ….Why ….Why ?

Did everything have to change ?!

That was what I thought .

Just like this person beside me .

Unable to function , dangerously , almost possessed to get revenge .

I must help them how he helped me .

The ugly truth is still there .

That can’t be avoided .

But I want to help this person brace it .

Funny when I was like this ,how everything that was happening, all the shouts trying to restain me .

Reach me .

Only one thing stopped me .

Him.

His words .

They reached me .

“ Look I didn’t ask to be picked . None of us did .”