Prelude

Running.
I was running.
Running your errand.
Running with scissors.
Didn't mean it.
Points piercing your palm,
Sharper than a serpent's tooth.
I'm not ungrateful.
I didn't mean it.
Running scared.

No words.
Mouth open, but no words,
Just the dreadful gasping for air.
Fear choking my throat.
I didn't mean it.
I hear the words in my head.
They can't break out through the fear.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry, Mummy.
Hiding.
Smaller.
(I'm small).
Make myself smaller.
(I'm four).
Hide myself.
She'll find me.
She always does.
I didn't mean it.