Unfortunately my skinny weak body is becoming more energy-less with each impact.
Finally I give up on protecting myself and let my arms hang helplessly to my sides.
But my surrendering appearance isn't a good enough excuse for them to stop.
They kick and punch harder, until a pool of blood forms around me.
When they think me to be dead; one by one they wonder off to search for Ava.
The excruciating torment feeling of my flesh burning off my skin is all I can think about at this moment.
I inhale a breath full of blood and immediately gag; I fight for air as I throw up on the ruff ground below me.
My lungs demand to shut down but I force them to work; making my body experience many different chronic types of pain.
My vision becomes unclear as my dented forehead beats like an Africa drum, louder and louder.
My whole body trembles.
My arms try to pick myself up but clasp.
The smell of blood blurs my thoughts.
My weak arms try again but fail. My chest slams against the earth.
I can't give up.
I try again.
Fail.
Again,
Fail.
Fail.
Fail.
My face lands in a pool of my own blood.
I know your not suppose to sleep on a concussion but my eye lids are begging to be closed just for a second.
Maybe resting my body wouldn't hurt that much.
And it might not have been a concussion. It was just a metal bar or something.
So maybe a small nap won't hurt.
My eyes slowly shut.
