She couldn't do anything. I used to think she chose not to. But one day I looked at her and she was no longer standing a few feet from me. She was across a grassy muddy field, flat face down in the mud being stepped on by a demon's foot. The demon was so large and tall that I could not see his face and his foot was as big as her entire body, pressing her into the ground. Now I know why she is stuck. As I stared at the sight being presented to me, she raised her head up and look at me. Her body was completely being pressed in by the demon's foot but her head was free enough to move. I looked at her and I was motionless.
I'd like to think that she got her right arm free and she stretched it out to me for help but I knew that was my imagination inside my vision...she just stared at me, her face covered in mud being stepped on by this demon.
I knew what she had to do, she had to scream to God but it was not for me to tell her. As the image faded away and she was back to standing a few feet away from me, I knew that was the last time I was going to see her.
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