I pick myself up off the ground.
Off the stones and dirt that pressed on my skin,
Off of the shards of glass sticking into my heard, my heart and my body.
Too stiff too move, too broken to scream and too tired to fight.
A hand helps lift me up.
My legs shake and I feel about to topple over.
The hand keeps me steady on my feet.
“No more falling down for you.”, It said to me.