"Are you going to attack me if I come close, Miss Melanie?"
Melanie didn't answer. She sat motionless on the floor, her back resting against the wall as she stared at the broken pieces of glass scattered near her feet. One large shard lay in her hand, tilted slightly so that the light caught its jagged edge. A small cut ran across her palm where the tip had dug into her skin, but she barely felt it.
She didn't even turn her head to look at the man who had entered the room. His voice had been calm and almost conversational, but it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered at that moment. Not after the video she had just seen
It hadn't just hurt seeing it- it had broken something inside her.
She shifted slightly and the glass crunched beneath her knees. Her fingers pressed around the shard tighter, but she didn't wince or even realise that she was only huring herself more.
