He hit me in the head. Then he hit me in the stomach, and then the face. Nothing can save me. I know that now. There is nothing I can do.
I just have to accept it.
But in this moment, everything seems so unfair.
Everything is gone. Forever lost, in the mystery of the universe.
Though I know I deserve it. For all the things I have done. I deserve it.
I'm worthless. I wish I was dead.
And maybe I'll get my wish in just a second.
No, I'm not that lucky.
Five seconds have gone, and they still haven't done it. Though they are still holding a gun to my head. I sit on the muddy ground, the cold slowly spreading through my body.
The moon shining in the dark night doesn't help at all. It only makes the scene even scarier.
Everything is quiet. For a split second, I don't remember all the bad things that has happened. It's like a dream. A good dream.
But dreams fade at the end, and the moment is over.
I'm back to reality, and it sucks. In fact, that's an understatement. It's awful, terrible. It's hell.
I feel the blood on my face, rushing from my head tickling my nose and dropping into my mouth.
The taste of blood spreads in my mouth, and it tastes like I have a piece of metal in there, threatening to choke me.
Or is that just because someone is holding around my neck?
I don't know. I think I'm going insane.
At that moment, I stopped thinking.
There was just no time to think.
One of them said something, and it seemed like the other agreed.
They put a bag over my face, hit me in the head once more, and everything went black.