Seeing Black

If only I knew how much one guy in a leather jacket would change my life.

Maybe I should've let his car hit me.

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All I remember is the feeling.

Everything around me was a blur, shouts and sirens fading together into a buzz. I couldn't even hear myself screaming, or feel the wet tears running down my face. I flailed my body, hitting my captor violently, but it was useless. Everything was in slow motion, as if a grenade had gone off and left me dazed.

I still remember though, clear as day, the squeezing in my chest until my heart exploded. The burn in my throat from my desperate screams. My entire soul being torn and destroyed as I looked into his empty eyes as the life was drained from them.

Then all I could see was black.