blackeyezlove

Pain.   That is all I could feel.   Blood curdled into my mouth; I most likely have internal bleeding. The giant serrated spike going through my hip most likely agrees if inanimate objects could talk and have enough brainpower to agree to my assumption. My hair clung to my neck and forehead from the sweat and blood of battle, my hands shook with my breath, everything hurt. I cannot believe this... I'm dying and all I can think about is how the hell I even got in this mess, in this battle, this damn spike in my hip. You are most likely wondering how I got here, who I am, what I am. Well, I guess with my last breath I should tell you my story,