My stomach clenches and I feel as if i'm gonna hurl. I have to mentally and physically force myself not to. I wanna yell who’s there, but I might not like the answer, so I stay absolutely quiet. The fog is the only light, lit by the moon. My heart beats faster, thumping so hard I hear the blood pumping in my ears. As I stare off into nothingness, just thick fog, my head darts into the direction of the sound of another stick being crushed. My stomach squeezes again from unease, the unsettledness floods my body. As I stood, quiet as possible, I suddenly felt a hand grab into my hair. I screamed in fear, before i even know what was happening, my head was slammed against a tree. The sound of head against bark flooded my ears, and the world spun. I don't even have the strength to scream anymore. Spots speckled my vision along with the sight of swirling fog. I didn't even realize the hand again, slamming my face into the ground. The taste of earth in the dirt was in my mouth, along with blood. The thick, metallic taste flooding my mouth was enough to make me sick. I’m sure I bit my tongue and cracked a few teeth. When I spit, I felt the teeth come out as well. My breaths were jagged and i stared into nothingness. It was pitch black, but my eyes were open! I was already consumed with fear, but I began to panick. I can’t see! I can’t see! I couldn’t be, I wanted to deny, but I knew. Deep down in my gut, I knew. The back of my head smashing against the tree replays over and over. No matter how much I try, I can’t deny it anymore. I’m blind. My vision lost like my hope. The tears flood down once again. I cough and choke on the tears, snot, and blood. Pain ripples through my entire body, and i'm sure I have a concussion. What's the point anymore? I hope for death. Death would be mercy. I laid there on the ground, to soar to move a muscle. Someone is still here, watching me in such a pathetic state, but I never imagined such a haunting sound. The sound of a gut wrenching laughter. Pure psychotic laughter. It was a male for sure, a deranged one at that. Who is this? I may never know. If I miraculously escape alive, I can’t describe him. Any hope is long gone. I then shivered at the feeling of his hands once again in my hair, pulling my head up, stinging pain rushing through every inch of me. I then felt his ot breath in my ear. “You did this to yourself,” his husky voice stated, “and they call me crazy.” Again, he dropped my head, face first into the ground. I got another face full taste of dirt and blood. Do I not even deserve mercy?.....and i faded into nothingness as i felt myself slip away.