My fingers were burning. I did my best to lock my arms in front of my head. Screaming and a wet cracking sound were buzzing in my ear. I wasn't screaming. He was. His fists were relentless. They pounded against my body like a machine with no off button. Over and over again, my body was hit. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I held my breath and tried to force back the nausea growing in my throat. Oww! Something stabbed me. But this was different. I know it wasn't him because he kept punching me and the stabbing kept happening. I spared a quick glance at the forest around us. No one else was there. I mean people were here but not here. No one was helping him. It's a miracle my hands weren't broken yet.
Ow! I thought as I made a fist with my hands. I looked at my nails. They were gone. Lo
