He felt a punch.
And another.
"Worthless."
He fell.
"Piece of shit."
He felt a kick.
"You should just die."
A punch.
Worthless.
A kick.
Just die.
Bones cracked.
Waste of space.
A piercing pain in his abdomen.
Pointless.
The coldness of being left alone.
Piece of shit.
He stood up.
I'm dieing.
It's a good thing.
You're not worth it.
Help death out.
End it right now.
A hand was laid on top of his.
A pair of blue eyes stared at him.
You're worth the world.
The blue orbs cleaned his wounds.
"Stay alive."
They laid him back down.
"Piece of heaven."
You are everything. You're worth the whole world.
