Prologue

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Pain. It's throbbing through me, inside my body it feels like thousands of demons are trapped inside me, trying to rip me open. They kick me, they rip at my hair and pound my face to the ground. It feels like they're shattering my insides. I want to get up, I really do, but each time I get to my knees a heavy kick pounds me back down.
"Worthless piece of shit!" They scream at me.
" I hope you die!"
"Go back to where you came from!" They say as they began to spit on me, the words of violence written all over their lips.
The cold snow that rested against my body numbs the pain but still burns me with coldness at the same time.
Blood, it was stained on my clothes and on the tough snow bellow. I can feel it dripping down my face and onto my chilled lips.
Suddenly I feel no touch anymore, have they left? Are they just stopping?
Suddenly I hear footsteps, unfortunately it's not just one person but just as many as there were last time. looking up is difficult with the pain flowing throw me like a rapid river. I struggle to see who it is through my bruised, swelled up eyes, but I could make out four figures standing over me. I notice that one of them is holding a large rock is his arms. Suddenly they move over to where my motionless legs lie. I couldn't  turn my head around to see what they were doing but out of the corner of my eye I see them together lifting the rock above their heads, their arms shaking as they paused for a short moment.
"Let's hope you go to hell when you die." One of the tells me.
Suddenly they smash the rock down on my leg, crushing it under the force of its sharp edges. I scream, grasping the snow with my death like hands, thick tears now streaming down my face. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak it the only sounds that could come out was the weeping screams. The pain on my leg rushed up through my body. It kept on throbbing until the pain slowly puts me to sleep, leading me into the darkness that lay beneath my eyelids, soon enough everything;
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