Cherrish Your Life, For You Never Know When It Ends.

I can't breath, I can't see. I gasp for air but nothing enters my lungs. I scream but no noise exits my throat. I begin to give up, slowly letting my limps become looser and looser. I close my eyes, and prepare for death. For that's all that lies in front of me. Untill, the latch is lifted and I'm grabbed and tossed onto a road. A rough hand picks me up and drags me along a path, should I give up now or should I put up a fight? Neither questions I have answers for.