You know that feeling you get when so so real you swear you thought it was real? Yeah, too bad that wasn't this moment. I see the man who was talking earlier approaching me slowly as if he had a slight limp. I see at least two more men behind him. I close my eyes and takes in a deep breath because it just might be my last. Too tired to fight any longer so this is it. I give up. I'm not batman or superman I can't be strong all the time. The man grabbed me and lifted me above his shoulder so I bite him hard. So hard he screamed out of pain as the red warm blood started to fill my mouth. He threw me down on the ground and his men start kicking me and hitting me with what feels like a baseball bat as they yell foul words at me. The voices agree with what the men are calling me. I begin to believe it too. Slowly I start to loose the sound of the men's voices and then everything just stops. I cant see what's happening because the pain is blinding me along with the blood. The last thing I remember before passing out is feeling warm arms picking me up and holding me. That's when I pass out.
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AksiI use to be normal. I use to have that perfect happy family. I wasn't popular but I wasn't an outcast either. I had an older sister who was my best friend. I had the perfect life. Key word, had. Now all I have is these voices. Welcome into the sad...
