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likes to fight back,” I heard one taunt.
    With my remaining eye
fluttering, I counted roughly six drunken men. Maybe I was seeing double. I
could smell the Bleu cologne of one man. I could see his glacier blue
eyes, and neatly pressed suit, when he put his head near me and yelled
obscenities at me. If I had any fight left, I would have jumped. I was dying
slowly, painfully.
    They kept hurting me
through the night. It felt like hours had passed. I was almost dead. I could no
longer move or fight back. Life so slowly ebbing away. I could feel the chill
hand of death and I welcomed the sweet release. I felt something at my throat
and I could no longer breath. I was being choked, as the men stood around me, I
could feel my life leaving me. My last thought was of my family. I tried to
focus on them, their faces and I knew any second I would be gone. I desperately
wanted someone to revive me. To bring me back to life.
    Suddenly it was quiet and
I was alone. Alone somewhere. I smelled the sweet smell of death and the
pungent odor of decay. I heard the beautiful sound of the Cicadas. I felt the
cool drops of rain on my skin. The scent was so beautiful. The steady sound of
the rain landing on the ground was soothing in an odd way. It took me back to
yesterday. I closed my eye slowly. I do not remember how long I lay there. Each
time death beckoning me. It was getting harder to open my eye, harder to
breather. I just wanted to succumb to that beautiful eternal sleep.
    I heard death whisper in
my ear, he asked me if I wanted to live. I thought I was dreaming. This is
death. There was no bright light. No Saint Peter at the Pearly gates. The
delicious scent that came off his breath made it hard for me to focus. I was
dying, slowly, painfully. I thought about Axel and my children. They needed me
and I needed them. This thought sealed my fate.
    I slowly shook my head
and looked at him and with tears in my eyes I whispered “help me?” I did not
know if he heard my plea. I wanted to live and be there for mine. I needed help
and did not know if my voice would be heard. My throat ached and my tongue felt
dry. My entire being suffered from the pain. Death had not yet closed in on me.
Unconsciousness overcame me and I knew no more.  
    At the time I had no idea
what it was I requested. I felt him gently wrap me into his arms and he gently
lifted me up. I was curled against him like a child curled against his mother.
His skin was so smooth and cool against mine. Yet something was wrong. His skin
did not feel soft. It felt as hard and smooth as marble. At this point I did
not care. I just wanted to get away from the pain of my broken body.
    I laid my head to rest
against his chest. The scent emanating off of his body was deliciously sweet.
In an instant we were off, flying through the night. I could feel the cool air
as we made our way. It was almost over. Death was whisking me away, away from
the pain of my broken body. I curled up in my mind far away from the pain. I
gave in to death.
    Death lay me down gently
on a soft cushion and suddenly I felt a burning in my neck. I was too weak to
fight anymore. The burning in my neck lasted seconds and suddenly I felt
something smooth and cool at my lips.
    Water? I thought. I could
feel my parched throat and cracked lips. I was grateful for the cool nourishment,
but I knew no amount of water could save my life. My end was near. I could no
longer speak my throat was swollen, every breath I drew in caused me more pain.
The darkness was closing in on me. I wanted to give into that eternal slumber but
death would not allow me to join him. I wanted to run away from the pain, but
run where? There was no way for me to physical run away from my pain. I had to
accept the pain and hope for death to end my torture.
    Suddenly I tasted
something warm, salty, and metallic. I did not have the strength to turn away
from the drink. This was not water that ran down my swollen parched throat. It
did nothing for me. It