Trevor’s POV “Is this the kid who damaged the goods?” I heard the voice of the man in the red suit as my heart started beating so loud and hard that I could feel physical pain in my chest. I don’t want to die. For several times, I’ve thought about how it’s better to just be gone than be here in this shithole. But no. I was wrong. I don’t want to die. I really don’t want to die this way. I still have a lot of things to learn…... Please don’t let me die. I closed my eyes as I said a silent prayer to whoever can hear me. “N-No Sir,” I heard the manager answer. He’s still stuttering even with my eyes closed; I can almost see him trembling and shitting his pants. I’d love to see the man who’s been treated like s**t suffer but I really don’t have time for that as I am bargaining

