“MORON”

“KILL IT!”

“LET IT DIE OET IT DIE! LET IT SHRIVEL UP AND”

“DIE!”

The crowd yells as the large man above you beats you until your clinging onto a hair of life

You feel the sweet release of the chains unlocking and dropping you into the wormhole…you don’t know what’s going to happen to you…you hope you die

eventually though you find your head resting in the lap of a cute girl running her hands through your hair

“So…so beautiful…”

She looks down at you lovingly…the air smells of trash and everything’s broken

“No need for crying I know what you’ve been through I know…”