Zmiana sposobu prezentacji
There was once a beautiful princess. Her voice was like spun silver and when you looked into her eyes, you felt as though anything were possible. But as beautiful as she was, she was reclusive and lonely, and did not meet many other people. One day, she was sitting quietly by herself in the forest when a prince rode by. He was captivated by her, and sat beside her. He told her many things. When he leaned across and kissed her, time stopped for a second. The princess blushed. She had no words for the prince, so she held him tight instead. He took the words she had not spoken and buried them inside himself. They turned into diamonds which sparkled like stars, even after he and the princess became old and died. One day, many years later, a little girl found the diamonds. She held them in her hands, and they turned into butterflies that fluttered out of the forest and into the blue of the night sky where they remained forever.
He hit me hard, sending me to the ground. I could see him about to hit me again, but then there was something incredible. She was standing in front of me. 'Stop! Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!' I saw her spread her arms, blocking my view of him. 'Don't hurt him, please don't hurt him!' Time stopped, then broke with the sound of a slap across her face. And again.
I should have done something. But before I could stand, he'd kicked her and she dropped to her knees. Her arms were shaking. And then something lifted her up, my brother. She was looking straight at him. A sickening crunch as her wrist broke. I stared in horror as he let go of her.
I saw his brother hit him. He fell to the ground, but I'd already started running. 'Stop!' I shouted, putting myself between him and the angry fists. 'Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!'
I stood with my arms outstretched, I don't know why. It seemed the best way. 'Don't hurt him,' I repeated, 'please don't hurt him' Then there was a second blow, across my face. His eyes were full of hatred for me. I stood firm. Another blow made me stagger, the kick to my ribs buckled my knees. But I wouldn't let him hurt him. My arms were still outstretched, a crucifix. I was hurt, senses reeling, a dull pain taking root in my head and torso. I raised my eyes to him. I wasn't scared. He lunged forward and seized my wrist, dragging me to my feet. I felt the bones in my wrist grind together before something broke. The pain shot through my arm, I wanted to cry out, but I wouldn't. He wasn't going to beat me. I looked him straight in the eye. It felt like forever. Then he abruptly let go of my shattered wrist and I dropped to the ground. There were legs, bystanders. I think I heard sirens. And my boyfriend's hand on my arm, his voice filling the world before it turned black.
