FicWad

I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t scared. Who wouldn’t be scared- With the skin hanging off their forearm and a laceration in their thigh cut right down to the sickly grey bone? However, when I was laying there, waiting for the last blow, it was as if some greater being had looked down at my weak, pathetic body and said “Fuck it.” Maybe it was at that moment that someone took pity on me and gave me the goddamn final break I deserved. I mean, I’d paid my dues, had I not?