I stare up at the angry sky as my consciousness fades, along with the constant whisper of nightmares in my head. No one’s looking for me or even cares about me. Not really. I’m fucking thankful because all I want is to lie here, broken and beaten, until my sorry ass is finally permitted to leave this world behind. Some people leave empty spaces where they used to be. I’m already empty. I don’t exist. The rain pours, heavy clouds thundering down on my broken body; the falling droplets slowly turning red around me. A halo of death encircles my desecrated remains.
