"What did he do to you?" She asks, running her fingers against my abnormally cold, scarred skin.
"Nothing, baby girl. Nothing," I state, expecting tears to form in my eyes. They never come.
"Are we going to die here?" She questions, biting her lip.
I shift uncomfortably, pulling her into a hug before replying, "To you, I won't allow it, but I'm already gone."