BLACKOUT

Prologue

"what's up ugly?" ask my friend.

That's Briana, one of my best friend or what's I've considered a friend for the past two years of high school.  This summer, we decided to have a little camping trip together in a valley where I used to live a couple years ago and it was fun for the most part but it must be the billion time that Briana call me ugly and it's getting under my skin. 

"what's up bitch?" I reply, trying to make it look like a joke.                                                                              "what did you call me?!" she starts getting angry, I see the red going to her cheeks and she walks up to me.                                                                                                                                                                                "I called you a bitch, don't make a big deal out of it, you've called me ugly this whole trip" I explain. I go back to tossing branches in the fireplace we built for tonight.  Suddenly someone pushes me so hard that I fall.

"Fuck you, you know you're ugly and useless. You've been bothering me for the past years of my life, you were just so pathetic I just thought I should show you that you really are ugly because you don't seem to see it." She keeps me on the floor with her feet while she looks at me with an amused look on her face, her stupid smile and happy eyes. "Oh yeah now you don't really talk back, do you?" she asks me.

I'm terrified. And sad, how can she? Am I really ugly? Some tears start running down my cheeks as I realize that the girl I thought was one of my closest friends is hurting me and treating me like she never liked me.                                                                                                                                                        "Oh boo-hoo what are you gonna do? Cry alone here until you die? What a good idea!" she kicks me multiple time. All I can do is cover my face and scream for help, my other friends went to get more wood for the fire, they will probably come rescue me.                                                                  "HELP!!!! HELP!!!" I scream as loud as I can until she hits my head. It hurts so bad I have some sort of reflex kicking in and I just punch her in the face and start running. I'm just running, to where? Why ? I have no clue, I'm just running as far as I can from her. 

"damn my head hurt" I think to myself but I can't stop, I keep running and before I can even think of where I am going, I'm here. On the porch of my old house. I stop.                                                 I stand there for a couple minutes before opening the door and seeing my dog come out. He just jumps at me and lick my legs like he used to do while I caress his big hairy head. Only thing, my dog died a year ago, he passed just because he was old, peacefully with me, I probably should question why my dead dog is here with me but I just can't think and I missed him so much so I go back inside with him and sit down with him just cuddling him.

"oh I've I missed you buddy..." I whisper to my dog who just look at me.                                                     Suddenly I see drops of blood on my dog, mine, dripping from the side of my head on my do- wait, there is no dog. "What the- " I try saying before collapsing.