WARNING! This story involves blood and gore! You have been warned!
'Fuck you asshole!' Gary's fist slammed into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. I fell to the hard concrete, struggling to get up. Gary then motioned for his cronies, Trip and Paul, over to him. He pointed at me, and the two started kicking me in the face and crotch. I could feel the blood rushing out of my nose, down to the ground. I knew that if this went on, I'd never see my family again.
Gary then pulled out a knife. 'Nighty night queer.' was the last thing I heard before he stabbed me in the leg. I screamed in pain, but no one helped me. Everyone around just stared. He then tried cutting off my leg, exposing my leg bone. I faintly saw someone gag. I couldn't blame them. It made me want to throw up too. That's when I fainted.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I had been in a coma for three years. My family had mourned my fate, and left to stay with my grandparents until they received news on my condition. My friends brought some of my possessions, hoping it would help. Dawn came and cried by my bed. She told me she loved me, and that she would wait for me. Gary, Trip and Paul were sentenced two lifetimes in prison for attempt of murder.
How do I know? I saw it all happen while I was asleep. I'm 20 years old now, and my family came home. I am now engaged to Dawn. I've never spoken of it to anyone. And I never want to.
-The End-