The blood oozed down my face my hands had scars, my feet were covered with blisters. My face was punched, punched not once but many times. The punches and the slaps grew harder, a punch on the chest and the face. My chest hurt. When was this terrible pain going to go away. This wasn't the end, they hadn't had enough, they kept on going. The blood seemed to never stop, the pain seemed endless, and the time seemed forever. They held my neck, held it very tight. They held my the legs, arms too. They were going to choke me. They had weapons with them, they had plans. This wasn't suicide this was murder. They were the culprits.
I felt something on my hand, it felt like a sting..................
