He forced me against the brick, my frail hands scratching at his hands in a futile attempt to get him off.
I could already feel the blood rushing down my body, oxygen deprived.
De-oxygenated blood got trapped in my head, whilst my windpipe got crushed by a powerful hand.
A hand that would soon be responsible for my death.
The pain of my neck being smushed had started to cause white spots in my vision, my mind losing itself.
White, black, and pink dots bubbled into my eyes, distorting the world before they changed colours, blue and white and green.
Ow
Faint words floated to my ears
"You're a goner." It was him, but i ignored it, as my hands had given up the fight, and now flopped lazily by my side.
"See you in hell." I hissed, using up my last bit of oxygen before I either passed out or died.
The bubbles clogged together, finding their partners an clinging to them.
Each dot turned black, and my vision ceased.
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Not Deserving Of Their Own
General FictionShort ideas that don't fit into my other books, but don't deserve their own stories. Or general things that i wrote because feelings.
