They Call Him Heartless They Call Me Unidentified..

Scared for my life ..... hell yes i was !! but when it comes to dying how would you like to go?... laying there on the cold hard ground looking up at your mate? the one who put you there? the one who is watching your life spill on his white cement or would it be easier to run let them rip apart my body at least it will be quick but ever so painful,.
I never thought in a million years i would have to think about how i wanted to die,
But as i lay there looking up at him the man who was suppose to be my mate,the only thing i would have changed.....was that i had ever been born.