She discarded me and I landed in the waste bin.
- right after I had broken into a thousand pieces.
I felt something so hurtful, that I couldn't breath, float through my broken body.
I looked at myself, looked into the darkness
and I wondered whether I should try to collect the pieces into the old version - as they where before
or, if I should try to forge them into a new unison?
Then it hit me;
how could something, that she had found only worthy of throwing out, be good enough to keep?
When I looked up, I saw her heels get swallowed by the darkness.
Somebody tried to scream. Somebody tried to cry. But not a sound, not a word appeared.
Suddenly a little girl stood in front of me, and she whispered:
"Will you help me? Will you be there, when no one else will?"