Cold flash of steal behind my back.
Pain, twisted agony, vision fades black.
Knees buckle, face falls forward, meets ground.
Head wrenched to the side by a boot.
Ribs bruised and broken by kicks.
What did I do? I don't deserve this.
Left on the ground, mistaken for dead.
I'm not, but I feel close to it.
Pain is fading, warmth invading.
A field of grass lies before me.
Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming!
What is this. It's nice. I enjoy it.
I walk barefoot to a brook
Dangle my feet in a pool from a log.
I'm so tired, I should lay down and sleep.
I feel as though I've walked for miles.
I cup my hands, dribble cool water down my throat.
I'm thirsty! Oh God, am I thirsty!
Mother! Why have you forgotten me?
Father! You would never listen to me!
Something is wrong, my vision dims.
My eyes grow heavier for sleep.
I feel faint. Lay down. Lay down.
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