💔🐾 “My name is Pixie… and I wish someone had heard me cry.”
Tied to a pole, trembling in the cold… she waited to be seen.
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My name is Pixie.
And I was so small.
Too small…
for the world I was left in.
Tied to a pole.
Alone.
The cold crept into my bones.
Slowly.
Quietly.
I curled into myself.
Trying to feel less.
Trying to make the hunger…
the fear…
the silence…
hurt a little less.
I didn’t understand.
Why I was there.
Why no one came back.
Each day…
I felt myself fading.
My ribs showed more.
My body grew weaker.
And I wondered…
if I would disappear…
without anyone ever knowing my name.
Without anyone ever saying it.
Pixie.
I tried to stay awake.
Even when it was hard.
Even when my body wanted to give up.
Because maybe…
someone would come.
Maybe someone would care.
And then…
I heard footsteps.
Close.
But I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t even lift my head.
So I stayed still.
But inside…
I begged.
“Please don’t leave.”
“Please see me.”
“Please… see Pixie.”
What happened next will break your heart…
The rest of Pixie’s story is waiting in the first 🗨️ Below ⬇️