Pain And More They pushed me against the wall and shoved their dirty hands into my pockets, to reveal nothing but a wallet with no credit cards and $10 in it. They kicked my legs until they were bruised all over and trickling with blood. I feel to my knees and stared at them with stinging tears brimming the edges of my eyes. But it didn't work. It made it worse. They punched my nose so it felt like that it had gone through my head and out the other side. I didn't want to die. They scratched at my face and ripped out my hair, recklessly chucking clumps of it on the floor. Please god, I don't want to die. They grasped my wrists and threw my against the other wall as terror ran through my veins, leaving no blood behind. They cut my stomach with a carving knife, and left my cold body lying on the floor....