He stands in front of this little girl. She screams and tears stream

down her face. She's red and fearful. A group of men surround her,

cornering her. The guy who stands in front of her walks closer to her,

his legs push down on her. He takes a punch to the gut, his body flys

forwards a bit, and the air leaves his lungs due to surprise. He pushes

his attacker away from him, and his attacker punches him across the face,

leaving his mark. Another attacker grabs the guy and pulls him away from

the small girl, pushing him up against the wall.

"What do you think you're doing protecting her?" An attacker says.

"She's a child. You have no business with her!" The protecter said.

He takes hit after hit from his attackers, and he gets spit on. His

body aches, and he looks at the small girl, one boy still has his hands on

her shoulder, keeping her from leaving to safety. I watch her tremble and

cry. I push my body up slowly to be kicked down again, the air leaves

my lungs, leaving my body feeling weak and heavy. They turn to her once

again, pushing her to the ground. I yell at them to stop, but my voice

seems to of vanished in the mist of catastrophy. I force myself up off the

ground and yell "If you're so angry in life and need someone to hurt, I'd

rather you hurt me instead!" before tackling one of the attackers. The two

others grabbed me by the back of my shirt and threw me to the ground.

"Fine, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get." The leader of these

abusers say as they're fists pound into me like a wrecking ball.

I lay there watching the small girl look right into my soul. I tell her to go,

but she can't move. My eyes start going dark, and I feel numb, the image of her

standing there slowly disappears, and the feeling of my body fades away. The

memory of everything that I ever was and ever would of been is just that, a

memory.