*Tonight is The Night.
That is what he has told me.
He said that I have been good.
He is thinking about letting me up the stairs.
For a bath.
He wants to clean me.
Cleanse me.
Dress me.
I am frightened.
Why is no one helping me?
This is my third plea for help.
Is it because of my disability?
How could it be?
You can’t see it.
He can.
Please reach out and take my hand.
I am begging here.
Why?
Why is no one helping me?
Do you want him to hurt me?
What will happen later?
Tonight is The Night.*