Friday, 27 May 2011
07:02:25 AM (GMT)
I wake up. I try to move. Can't. God, it hurts. My face is warm and sticky. I touch
it and I find it covered in blood. Then the memories flood back. I look up only to
see his boot tip before it kicks me. I spit out blood and yell, "You bastard!". I try
to get up, to defend myself. Can't. More pain. He laughs. I try to remember how I got
here till my thoughts lead to her. God, I can't let her see me like this. Not now.
Gotta be strong for her. I get to my knees before he kicks me again, knocking the
wind out of me. "Why," I ask between pants, "are you doing this?" "You already know."
"How much did she pay you, then?" "150 bucks." He sneers. "Thats more money than Da
makes a week!" I yell. "You're worth a lot to her dead," he says simply before he
knocks me out. When I wake, mum is standing over me. I can literally smell the
swastika tattoo on her neck. "You gonna tell why now, sweetie?" she asks. I stand,
mustering every ounce of defiance in me, my brogue thickening. "Because I love her
and loves me. You cant stop that." as she raises her fist, I pray for death. That
eternal sleep from which I will never wake to this nightmare...
Last edited: 27 May 2011