Drowning

I am drowning, drowning slowly and surely in a puddle of my own blood, my life force. My vision recedes, fading�fading�My life force oozing out slowly through my pores.

�Help me!� I scream, but only in my mind. �Someone, answer�� is my desperate plea. I�m fading. Fading into darkness. I see no tunnel, only black with flashes of red and blue.  �It should not be this way��

S.O.S. Help me, I�m in distress. S.O.S.

Two in the gut and one in the head, God help me, I should be dead�but soon I will be. But so slowly? Oh god, why so slowly? 

I�m lying face down on the hardwood floor. Just shoot me again, do me in, pump me with one more so as to end my eternal misery. Fading�.

The pain. I want to be dead, but a part of me, my primal instinct fights to live, fights with an inhuman force to keep my heart beating, to keep my lungs expanding and contracting. But it won�t succeed. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth every time I take a feeble breath, trickling into my lungs to end me. I take my last breath and hold it.

My life flashes before my eyes�my first memory as a child, getting brutally beaten by an abusive father, being ignored by a weak and drunken mother. Being teased and hated, beat up and molested. My life, my life.

And why am I here, lying on this cold hardwood floor, drowning in my own blood? Over money. Over a few worthless green-tinted pieces of paper I will end here.

More memories. Mother getting shot by an abusive father, I�m running, running away into the cold night, streetlights bathing the streets in a ghostlike glow. What I would give to smile, to laugh, to have friends and a loving family, Things others take for granted I would kill for�

S.O.S. Help me, I�m in distress. S.O.S.

Fading. I can�t hold much longer, my air is running out. I slowly ball my fist, a final act of defiance to the lowlifes standing around me, and I am gone.

Dust.


Author's Note -

Heh, short I know. But whatever. I wrote it in thirty minutes, so, meh. ^_^ Anyways this is definetely a story in case the story sounded like a poem...for some reason...


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