Prelude

One moment I was sitting in front of my laptop and the very next second I get an elbow to the side of my head. Before I could even comprehend of what in god's name is happening, I am further hit by multiple blows across the face and body and then finally kicked in the chest by this really familiar looking dude with a hair style that doesn't suit him whatsoever. The force of the kick then results in my lower back hitting the rails and now I am going over them.

'Well shit. I'm falling…' I think pointlessly.

I desperately attempt to grab anything in my reach in order to curb my fall but it is futile; there just isn't anything in my proximity. Everything in my field of vision; for some inane reason, begins to move in slow motion . It seems like Father Time himself has decided to slow down into a crawl.

I hear a feminine voice scream out "Miguel!!!" in terror and anguish.

Instinctively, I move my eyes towards the source and then I see 'HER'....Bruised and defeated on the stairs. Her poor situation results in some guilt and then anger. These contrasting emotions collide and then build up in my chest. I choose to ignore them for now and in a daze I realize even in that condition she still looks as beautiful as when she knocked me on my a$$ on the day we first met nearly three months ago.

'Why do I have such vivid memories of something I'm pretty sure has never happened?' I question myself in confusion.

Then similar to a spark ignited by a flint I recognize the little $hit who kicked me off the second floor as Robby F*cking Keene and this further drives me to a horrifying conclusion of where and who I am and what's coming next, but before I could further process my internal dilemma,

CRAAACK….

PAIN!!!….Unimaginable PAIN!!!, searing as the likes of which could potentially blind you.....and then foreboding yet comforting darkness.