TWENTYTWO-BITE
KING At first I thought that maybe this was what death felt like. It was dark, black and black only. There was no light, no heavenly voice, no nothing. Only darkness. It was cold here, and a split second felt like an eternity. Because that's all it was, a split second. His fist flew into the side of my head, sending me sprawling and in that brief moment I felt what it was like do die. To truly die. It scared me, it made me realise I wasn't ready to just let go so easy. It was lonely in the darkness, no promised sanctity to save me from my sins. Only the all encompassing blackness that seemed to suffocate me, raking it's talons down my throat and filling my lungs with inky blue. My skull collided with the thick oak cabin wall resounding impact a violent crack. Bile rose in my thro
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