Jilted generation

I fell back onto the floor, my body shaking as it hit the wall. My chest began to heave begging for more oxygen. I tried to stand back up again but I couldn't. I heard the laughter roll around the room as I tried to pull myself back to my feet. I didn't make it.

Mathew leapt towards me throwing punch after punch into the stomach that hardly even existed. He beat it till I could breath no more, pulverising it until I could feel no pain. No nothing. Just the trembles that travelled through my blood every time he threw his fists towards my body. It physically hurt to breathe, it was like there were needles that pushed into my chest every time I tried to collect what my body longed for the most. I just wanted it to stop. Eventually it did and I lay slumped across the back wall, surrounded by the remnants of my breakfast which had taken so much effort to stomach.

"You're pathetic!!" He shouted, his spit flicking onto my face, " just pathetic!"
"Please. Just stop!" I cried out through my teeth, "leave me alone."
"And why would I ever want to do that?" He asked, dragging me to my feet and pinning me against the wall. His arms pushed against my chest and for a moment I thought that my whole body would just break and crumble away into pieces. My eyelids began to shut as I flickered between consciousness and not-so-consciousness.
"What have I ever done to you?" I asked, tears beginning to stream down my face.
"You were born! That was the first mistake you made! And now I'm gunna make you wish you never had been!"

And with that he turned, taking me with him and slammed my head into the window. I tried to fight back. Believe me. I tried my best. But I didn't seem to have enough energy in my entire body to even deflect a single punch. I heard the window smash behind me and watched as the shards of glass fell to the floor. And then I knew. I didn't even have to touch the back of my head to know that I was bleeding. I could see the red stuff everywhere. On the floor. On Mathew's hands. Smeared on the walls. I felt something push into the back of my head and I winced with pain as he threw me to the ground. I landed in the shards of glass and felt them rip through the flesh in my arms and hands. He started to kick me while I was down. Landing kick after kick onto my curled up body. My wrist began to throb as he thundered his foot down onto it. I was beaten.

I felt the blood run down the back of my neck and form a pool beside me. I watched the stuff slowly draining away from me like how this guy was literally draining the life out of me. And last but not least, just to make sure that I'd got the message, he brought his fist down heavy onto my face. I heard the crack. He heard the crack. Everybody heard it. Except Quinn.
Blood began to fill in my mouth, the metallic taste sliding down my neck and I soon had to spit it out. It rolled down my chin as the images in front of my smashed up glasses began to fade. I looked to the door one last time. Hoping that she would appear there. That she would save me. But that never happened. The shadows creeped in around my eyes and the world turned black.

Notes

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