by steph Jun 26, 2006
category :
Life, society /
about society
His body didnt move and his lips didnt open, he was laying there his face in so much pain it was almost numb. His face covered in blood his jeans ripped and his top no longer the clean white it was, but red and brown. He couldnt remember how he got there or what had happened. There were so many people surrounding him, people crying, and glass on the ground. Street lights shining into his eyes the sound of an ambulance coming closer and closer. He was now struggling for air, his mind closing down, and his eyes closing slowly. Then the ambulance arrived, running over with a stretcher. He wanted to scream for help to tell them to run faster, but he had no energy left. As his eyes completely shut, he wondered if he would make it, would the paramedics make it over to him in time. |