My senses are wrought up as scenarios of doom trouble my spirits. I see fire. Feel it course through my veins. The burn is icy though. My heart has difficulties with beating regularly.
How long have I been here, laying on the ground?
And where do I come from. For real. Not the lie that's been hanging around my life for the last fifteen years.
Why does everyone say that they want to protect me from lurking dangers?
They can't. Nothing can.
My soon ending future was written down the second I saw life.
I shake my head to clear the haze that's clouding my mind. I try to get up from the ground, the asphalt that tore open pieces of skin. My muscles feel like they've turned into stone as I push myself up on my elbows.
There's blood everywhere surrounding me. My hands are crimson from the life transporting liquid.
I slowly get up, dizzy from the impact of my fall, realizing the blood is not just from me. There are several bodies around me, their blood drying on the pavement. I hear screams and yelling from the streets as people pass by, not looking into the ally I've been hidden for God knows how long.
They must think my heart has stopped beating.
Which gives me one last shot to stop this.