Brothers
Perhaps it's not the most noble thing to do, but at a moment like this you aren't thinking about chivalry; you are thinking about survival.
You stumble towards the door and exit the apartment, making your way down the hall on wobbly legs, crashing into a wall on your way. You hurry down the stairs and out the door. The man with your TV is loading the television into a car, and you take off in the opposite direction.
You run until it feels as though your breath will burst through your chest, and then you run some more. At long last, after reaching a park, you stop and rest. You reflect on what just happened and cannot help but regret your cowardice.
You left her in there, fully aware of what they were doing to her. Shame fills your heart as you sit yourself down on a bench. What the hell have you done?
You wonder if she can ever forgive you and if you can ever forgive yourself. Surely you are guilty of some cardinal sin. With Kenny, at least you can say that you weren't there to prevent it. After this, you wonder what you would have done if you were there.
You are a low-life, pitiful coward, unworthy of the air you breathe.
After some time has passed, you work up the nerve to stand. Standing at the edge of the park, before a bench, you glance up and down the road before you. One way leads you back to your apartment and the horror of what has happened there, the other direction leads you into the unknown; to a fresh but uncertain new start.
You can't just stand here in front of the park for the rest of your life, you know?
You stumble towards the door and exit the apartment, making your way down the hall on wobbly legs, crashing into a wall on your way. You hurry down the stairs and out the door. The man with your TV is loading the television into a car, and you take off in the opposite direction.
You run until it feels as though your breath will burst through your chest, and then you run some more. At long last, after reaching a park, you stop and rest. You reflect on what just happened and cannot help but regret your cowardice.
You left her in there, fully aware of what they were doing to her. Shame fills your heart as you sit yourself down on a bench. What the hell have you done?
You wonder if she can ever forgive you and if you can ever forgive yourself. Surely you are guilty of some cardinal sin. With Kenny, at least you can say that you weren't there to prevent it. After this, you wonder what you would have done if you were there.
You are a low-life, pitiful coward, unworthy of the air you breathe.
After some time has passed, you work up the nerve to stand. Standing at the edge of the park, before a bench, you glance up and down the road before you. One way leads you back to your apartment and the horror of what has happened there, the other direction leads you into the unknown; to a fresh but uncertain new start.
You can't just stand here in front of the park for the rest of your life, you know?