three weeks ago you were rescued along with some other teenagers. you hadn’t spoken a word. you barely slept, ate, drank and chose to be alone

you had dead eyes a sigh you’ve witnessed too much

late at night you sneaked out your room, past the guards to sit in the courtyard. heavy plumes of cigarette smoke escaping your lips as you stare up at the night sky

‘you alright kiddo?’

ghost asked softly in his deep voice as you stare at him with dead eyes a look he knows all too well