Torture (1)

Life slips from me as I breathe my last breath, the breath that you have stolen from me. Taking me from the world I lived in, and killing me.

I walked down the dark alley, taking my usual shortcut to school, humming to myself as the wind whistled its sad song to me. Tears stung at my eyes at the remembrance of my twisted life. But they wouldn't make it half way down my face before I was to shocked to cry.

The wind bit at my skin, but it didn't slow my persistent pace. Trash skittered across the gravel at my feet, rasping its last words to me. Trash bins screamed their pleas to me. I ignored them all, nobody answered me, and I wouldn't answer them.

The pain everybody put me through was unbearable, but I pushed through it. Clouds bled tears on me, bathed me in sorrow. The weight pressed down on me, flattened me until I was incapable of stopping the torture.

Then my thoughts were interrupted, by the slightest out of place voice. An angry mad driven scream. A familiar cry of psychotic rage. A furious warning. My voice.

It echoed through the alley, and I didn't even realize I had spoken until the voice boiled my ears and found its way into my head. Where the cry bounced around, repeating itself in a different tone each second. The echo wouldn't leave, it liked it's new home. The sound made my head throb, the blood blurred my vision, and my head exploded.

Every bit of me disintegrated, and that's when I saw it.