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My lungs are beginning to burn for air, air that I don't have, and won't be getting.
It's another one of those cruel facts of life. My lungs are beginning to burn for air, air that I don't have, and won't be getting. What did I ever do to deserve this? Sure, I dressed different, and liked rock, and didn't go insane for sports. But I never hurt them, never said a bad word about them, never even so much as tossed a glance at their girlfriends. So was murder like this truly warranted?
I gave in, the flood of bubbles of spent air blowing past my face, in their rush to the surface. Up above me, I could see my tormentors, laughing and congratulating each other, looking down at me, the freak. I could hear only the blood pounding in my ears. It would be the last thing I ever heard, as my lungs began to fill with chlorinated water.