"Why?" my voice trembled, I looked up only to be knocked down once again
"Shut up! a bastard like you has no reason to live!" my eyes were closed so I could not tell what his face looked like, I only knew one thing 'he's finally gonna kill me'
I kept trying to get up but over and over he just kept hitting me, knocking me down every time
I finally decided "I'm going to die here," I said out loud, and for just one moment I felt his hesitation "but I'm not going down without at the very least having fought back" that was the last thing I remember before waking up in this blue room, looking up at the white ceiling I though 'I though hell would look very different'