Misty's words barely registered in his brain, and when he was slammed into the ground it made in even worse. He stayed curled on the ground, not moving a muscle. It felt like his skull had been slammed open, and he vision was blacking from the pain. He held onto consciousness, unable to stop the incoherent sobs that emitted from his lips. You think you lost a lot? Try feeling like you have no place in this world, and attempting to kill yourself. Then tell me how you feel.
God stop the pain, please.... Then again, if I die...everyone will be happier. They won't have to deal with me. I'll just be gone, forgotten. That's alright...I have no place in this world anyway. I deserve to die, after everyone that I've hurt. Sage, my mom, my dad. Mapleshade's insanity was probably my fault to. Lachlan and Toby's wounds, Bleddyn's wounds...my fault. I dragged them into this. Delilah is dying because Mapleshade probably tortured her. I don't deserve to live,
Kill me now, and just end it all.