• 1-Everybody Bleeds, Everybody Dies

He thought that hell would be hBut But here he was colder than a witch's tit in January. And why was it so quiet when he could feel movement around him? What the hell was wrong with his vision!?

What was that? He felt a sharp pain run through his body and gasped with the pain. Or he thought he did. He didn't feel the usual tightness or movement in his chest that signified that he had drawn any breath at all.

HUH? OW, that hurt! What the hell was going on? Leave me alone! Go away!

He felt the darkness fade a little as his body was moved around. He knew his body had moved but really he felt nothing. Nothing was good. Nothing was real good. It was as if he was hearing through a great fog. Matter of fact it seemed his whole body was in a great fog.

He grunted in his mind because it really looked like that was the only thing working for him right now. His name must be Harry. Funny name he thought with an mental giggle.

Was he trying to leave? Seems like he was already gone and here comes this voice interfering with the plans he had. Damn interfering voice. Shut the hell up he said to the voice. He didn't want the voice here for some reason, a very important reason but he was just to tired and too cold to think of why.

Well I seem to be a prick too. HEHE I am a Harry Prick. Oh My God, he laughed, he rolled with the humor of it but really it wasn't funny because he couldn't remember if his prick was hairy or not.

Yeah back up bitch, he thought resentfully. Trying to spoil everything for me just like you always have. Ever since I met you, you have spoiled everything for me. Spoiled everything till the only thing left was you. You filled everything that I was and it wasn't enough for me to not hurt you. YOU....

Save me. Why? I am not worth saving. Haven't you figured that out yet?

No leave my legs alone please. ARG! no one listens to me. He mentally sighed. Stupid not listening buggers.

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! That hurts. He made to push the hands away. His feeble attempts were ignored as the es oes outside clambered again. Leave me alone damn it! Can't you see I don't want you here? Can't you people just let me die!

Well at least my hearing has come back now. What the hell is that noise anyways? Is someone trying to kill a cat?

Ringers. I like the sound of that. Ringers. Ringers. Ringers. Catchy little tune huh?

Well duh? Negative. Negative. Negative, oh, I am rolling in the tunes now.

Well that explains everything doesn't it? Harry here is a coma. Or is that a comma? I like that Harry Prick is a comma. He felt that he could laugh for hours on that thought alone if only he was able to. Mental laughing was just not as satisfying.

Don't what? Don't die? Harry Prick deserves to die. He deserves to die very, very much. Harry Prick had remembered. Harry Prick had remembered everything. And Harry Prick deserved to die so much that he...he didn't.