Flashback ~Andy~
Their words were like daggers, cutting through my sanity. I felt numb inside from the agonising pain, my heart ached and my eyes burned in desperation to cry, however, I wouldn't let myself be so weak and allow my enemies to know how much they were hurting me, every kick in the stomach or the face I was experiencing right now, made my skin split in different places, my torso streaming with blood, my face warm with the hot liquid.
Once the kicking and punching has stopped I felt someone's cold hand grab my chin and pry my bloody mouth open and putting some small objects in my mouth.
My jaw was too tired to chew and I slowly lost consciousness, tears finally slipping down my face, I felt cold, alone, dead.
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I awoke a while later, in a pool of my own wine-red blood, and resting by my mouth, dripping with blood was three small vials full of a clear liquid, and knowing Duce, it wasn't water, my trembling hand slowly picked up the bloody tube and It snapped over my finger, the liquid burned my skin and i pulled it back, fighting the urge to put it in my mouth, it was some kind of acid,
Making my skin blister.
He tried to kill me, i curl up on my side and cry myself into a deep sleep, only to wake up In a hospital ward with my mum weeping over my body.
