Story for a ...........Precious Pearl

Contnueing..............

Cloaked as assasins, words can be tiny daggers that cut deep, leaving small deep wounds. Unkind gestures; soul destroying because they attack without warning.

"Hope....?" Pearl whispered. "Are you still there"
"Barely......" Hope whispered.
"Please don't leave me alone, I need you" Pearl begged
" I may be bruised and battered, but if you help me, I'll help you." Hope replied