Dead:Exhaust

"Mother, I miss you. Where am I?"

The sound of rain on the ground and his anguished cries mixed with the words as they resonated through the dim path. His slight body was struck by anguish with each wound of the cut. He was defenseless against the attack of assaults and felt powerless.

A blend of fear and misery ran through his considerations. He was surrendered to his destiny, having given up on any chance of survival. He was decreased to shouting in torment and asking for the savagery to conclusion. "Ahhh! "stop!" he cried, his voice unpleasant and racked with torment. "stop stabbing me."

The aggressor did not say anything, their confront clouded by shadows. He was indeed more befuddled and scared as he had no thought why this horrendous assault had happened. Were the attacker's eagerly individual or was it fair an act of savagery?

His quality falling flat, the anguish developing, he found himself slipping into blankness. His developments were moderate and his appendages felt overwhelming. His environment got to be ill defined, and his consideration was exclusively expended by the seriously misery and the overpowering require for it to desist.

Recollections glinted some time recently his eyes, small bursts of delight and love. He considered almost his mother, her reassuring nearness a black out memory. He longed for her nearness to shield him from this frightening involvement.

In any case, he was enduring alone since reality was cruel. The rain was still coming down, a chilly update of his frailty. Each drop appeared like a tear, a tear for his untold stories and broken trusts.

Amid his final minutes, he expressed a noiseless supplication inquiring for forgiveness—not for himself, but for the one causing him such enduring. The world developed dimmer, his awareness blurring into obscurity.