Save me, save me.

That's the only thing on my mind.

I'm lost, and desperate now.

I'm not sure how this happened.

All I know is that I'm alone.

.

I'm lost, save me, please.

They've abandoned me.

I'm sure of it.

Now they're watching me through the trees;

waiting for me to keel over and give up.

.

I'm alone. Please, help me.

What did I do wrong?

I don't think I'm supposed to be in these woods at such a later hour.

I don't think I'm supposed to be here at all, really.

But I'm here, anyway.

.

Where is everybody?

'They're gone.'

Says something in my ear.

'They've all left you.'

.

No, they wouldn't have. . . Would they?

'Of course they would,'

The something hissed.

'They think you're hopeless; they think you're a freak, dear child..'

.

Why would they think that? What did I ever do? Did I do something wrong?

'It's not like that, child.'

The something was standing in front of me, but I didn't see anything.

'They think you're a witch.'

.

A witch?

The something moved again, slithering over to the other side of me.

'Yes, yes, a witch.'

'They think you're insane.'

'They say you talk to things that aren't there. Don't you remember?'

.

. . . I don't think I do.

'Pity, for you are doing it just now,'

The something seemed to chuckle; a deep, vibrating howl.

Like wind through tree branches.

.

'But no matter, you are alone'

'You are hopeless, they say.'

'A demon, they say.'

'But they are wrong.'

.

They are?

'Yes, precious, sweet child.'

'They are very, very wrong.'

'You aren't a demon. You are a child.'

.

I listened to the something, drinking in what it said.

I am a child.

How dare they?

How dare they accuse me of being something so. . . so horrid?

.

'Sad, isn't it, my dear child?'

The something was right;

They were sad.

They need to pay.

.

The something paused, surprised at the venom in her voice.

'Yes-s-s-s,'

It finally hissed after a short wait.

'Go, child, make them pay.'

.

.

.

And she did.

They were gone by the morning.