Youlielle felt hands turning her around. Who were these people? Why did they bother about her? Her mind was a single blur. She kicked, just to make sure they werenīt enemies. Not a good idea- the seering pain was back. She cried aout, but stifeld the cry, when she oppend her eyes. She was looking in a face, fairer than anything she has ever seen before. A women was pering at her, looking suprised. Something deep down, told her not to worry. She was safe. It didnīt matter who they were, or what they would do with her, or where they were going. All that mattered was that they wouldnīt hurt her. With their help, she would live.
[ December 30, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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