Left for dead?

Part 1

My name is Pain...My master and my mistress said they named me this because ever since I was born I had brought them great pain.They're yelling at me again even though I didn't do anything? My master has a broken bottle in his hand, I can't react fast enough... Blood runs down my neck and builds a puddle at my feet. On my knees I reach out to my mistress but she only looks at me disgusted and quickly kicks me down. Laying down in my own blood I start to think that I never asked for this kind of treatment. Tears well up and race down my cheeks as my breaths become shorter. I began to smile as my eyesight fades because I know I will no longer be in pain.