I hit the hard pavement and broke it into pieces. It's cold but at the same time warm because of the pool of my blood next to me. I can't move and not a word will leave my lips. "Get up". He says. I try to say I can't or even nod no, but before I can he says. "You can't call for anyone now can you?" As my pool of blood gets bigger and I feel my self getting weaker, I get a sudden burst of hope and power. I spit blood on his face and he just smiles and laughs. "Come on." He says with a wicked smile on his face. He comes closer to my ear and whispers "Fight"
