A girl, minute in comparison to the big world that hugged her from all sides, clutching her to a pricking edge. Grasping for air, she lunged at a bend with her tiny hands. She caught grip, then lost it in meer seconds. The tears she wallowed in choked her at the neck. Breaths were rapid and in gasps as it began to withdraw from consciousness. The sharp edges knifed at her skin, piercing a depression into the surface of her skin. She cried hard, and strengthened her defences, but to no avail. It was the world, against a being.

You watched her gasp for solace.