• I stand out there in the open feild with a sharp pain in my chest. People walk around me, and I call out for help. They keep on walking, without sparing me a passing glance. I fall to my knees in pain, nearly screaming. Someone comes over, giving the impression that they'll help. I look into his blue eyes, hoping he gets my silent message to help. He laughs at me, kicks me, and walks away.
    So, I lay there. The pain was becomming unbearable, and it was getting harder to breathe. I gasped and pulled myself towards the city, in hopes of finding help. Before I get there, however, I meet a problem.
    A person pulls me up by my shirt collar and looks me in the eye. He spat at me, and threw me to the ground. He hit me, showing no mercy as I tryed to defend myself. Helpless, I was beaten. He left me there, not caring if I lived or died.
    People keep on passing, not giving me a passing glance, still. So I lay there, unable to move.
    If only people had kinder hearts, they could see the wrong they are doing.
    Still, I cannot breathe. I can feel the life leaving me. Someone...help.