Blanketed in Chains

They crowd me with sweet smiles while their eyes scream, "Fix everything." I open my hands and shake my head showing I have no skills or tools to do as they ask. They keep staring.

The black of their pupil bleeds into the color and whites of their eyes creating a more focused gaze. It pierces my heart causing it to race. I can't close my eyes, look away, or even pretend to do what I think they're asking of me, though I try all three, because I know they found an opening into my heart. They know what I can and cannot do; their smiles grow.

They place a hand on my shoulder as a form of consolidation, yet their grinning mouth and forked tongue whisper, "You're indebted to me."

My open hands are now full of chains. I wrap them around me like blankets hoping this is the way I fix everything.