I don't stop fighting and Black Eyes punches me in the stomach, then the face again. I can't see out of my right eye and the swelling on the left is catching up quickly.
"Please, don't," I beg.
They laugh. They taunt and encourage him.
I can't breathe. I slip into a place of quiet so I don't have to feel it as he violates me. It hurts. Oh, God. I start to cry, then turn my head away from him. I want to vomit. He's purposefully hurting me, laughing.
That laugh.
All of them.
Laughing.
Laughing.
Laughing.
I allow myself to drift off and become numb. This is a place I've never been before, one I thought I'd end up having to go to when my dead mother's drug dealers tried to touch me. I escaped that, but I can't escape this.
Black Eyes slaps me across the face. I don't feel it. I feel nothing.
He doesn't like that so he slams my head against the asphalt again. The blood had been trickling before, but now I can feel it flowing faster and it's starting to pool under my neck.
He flips me over.
"No!" I scream. I scream and scream and scream until I can't breathe. He slams my face down onto the ground at the same time as Scary Chick kicks me again, stomping on my hand and my arm with her booted feet. The pain is so debilitating I can't even feel anything anymore.
Someone starts on the other hand and arm. Nothing.
I am nothing.
I am gone.
I have no body.
I'm not there.
I'm gone.
Black Eyes rages. He wants me to fight. Why? It does no good. I don't even acknowledge him. He slams my face onto the ground twice in rapid succession and I see the darkness at the edges of my vision.
It's closing in.
I'm almost completely gone.
One more kick.
I am no longer me.
Punches to my back, my arms, my face, my legs—everywhere.
I will never be me again.
