I look at two shady men. they pass each other a glance before they look at me. "want something punk?" the person I'm going to call Fuck Head, said to me. "careful, you might run into this if you run, dude". This man I'll call Shit Smear, said while pulling out a switch blade. Fucking aborted mistakes, I thought. "Would you kindly move out of the way" I said with a snarky smile. "Fucking bitch" he said with a face I wished I could have saw, before I smashed it. All the while, Shit Smear with the switch blade swung down on my back, cutting into something important. I fall and writhe in pain. Shit Smear and Fuck Face realized what they've done, fled. I'm fading in consciousness, blood is gushing out, a crimson red river flows. I died