Lost

Chapter 1

[Why?, why is it always me?, why am I so different?, why do they hate me so much?, what have I ever done to them?].

Those were the questions that kept coming to my head repeatedly as I hurried into an alley, looking back at the mob of people that continues to double each passing minute, carrying all sorts of weapons varying from pitch forks to knives.

I slipped into another alley hoping to throw them off course, but as my cursed luck would have it, it was not meant to be. I waited for a bit as I saw the mob run past me, releasing the breath I didn't know I held while saying to myself *safe at last*.

As soon as those words left my mouth I realised I had spoken too soon, I was mentally kicking myself for not looking at my back because as I was about to slip away without anyone noticing ,it wasn't until I stepped back a bit not looking at where oh was going that I felt the familiar feeling of cold steel seeping into my flesh, that I knew that tonight my be the last night I would ever witnessed.
As I was stabbed I heard the familiar voice of my so called father saying  DIE YOU FREAK, YOU DONT DESERV TO LIVE WITH THE LIVING, U DESERVE TO DIE. I didn't even bat an eye at him when I turned to look at him, but what left me utterly confused and scared was that in the mob most of the people I cherished and loved were all demanding for my blood to be spilled.

They all started coming closer smirking evilly with each step they took to as they got closer to me, my best friend or should I say my ex best friend came at me and used all of his strength to kick at my side, sending me flying into the wall behind me, as soon as my body came in contact with the wall I heard a sickening crack in my ribs, blood started to pour from my mouth as I started coughing violently .

I was soon surrounded by all of them and they all started to stab, punch, and kick me. After what seemed like forever they had finally left.

I laid down on the cold concrete floor, my limbs all twisted in irregular angles, the warm metallic taste of blood never leaving my mouth, my lungs had been impaled, so breathing in and out proved to be on a whole new level of difficulty, my neck had been broken and my head busted from having them kick me continuously there. As I was down on the floor I was both happy and sad, I was happy because I would finally be free from my living nightmare, and I was sad because everyone I love and trust are all against me like I'm some kind of monster

But as I was breathing my last, I wished that in my next life I would be accepted no matter what I look like, act like or where I'm from, and they will love me with all my flaws and mistakes and they would treat me like a true family and someone important.
After my wish had been said I saw a star shine brightly in the night sky knowing my wish would come true, as I finally breathed my last I smiled and let the eternal darkness finally take me away from all the pain.