Life and death

"I...I-I.." I stuttered."Fucking spit it out!" They yelled."S-sorry"." I sulked away trying to turn away from my shame. "They're angry at me, they hate me, they hate me, they hate me" these thoughts swirled through my consciousness until they transformed into, "I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself." My hands started to sweat and retreat to my sleeves as I heard a voice resonate."Where the hell are you going? Get back here, you walk into me and think it's fine to turn and run!"
Fear encompassed my body as I remembered the searing pain from last time. The stone blocking out my view of the sun, and the numbness I felt as my bones shattered. I had passed out shortly after, but that's a story for a calmer time. I came back to reality as I heard the flick and saw the large person running towards me. It starts the same way every time; a small slip up. Yet every ending is different; a rock, a hammer, a torch, a pill, and now a switchblade. I tripped and felt the blade force it's way in.