I found her in the woods

A scream cut through my music and set fire to my eardrums. I grew around the shock of it a long time ago. It was now normal part of my routine to hear it and a reflex to get up and move towards it. and it was a reflex to try yo stop it, even in a different place. It was a reflex to turn it on me and away from Annabella. It was a reflex to swing, and to ignore the pain.

But it wasn't reflex to let anger control me and run into the woods behind the new house. And it was only partial reflex to try to stop the crying and to lie saying it was okay.

And by reflexes, when it was over, i wished I never had reflexes.