Hiding in the dark forest where the crows are my only friends. Hiding from my enemy, my sweet. lovely enemy.The lust of flesh in his eyes and the sweet smile on his lips. My best friend and my worse enemy. The smell of fear is around me and I'm trying to relax or something. I know he'll find me sooner or later but I want to be ready. Able to say no. If I can't, I want to die and born as a crow. THey are my only real friends...