It's cold, very cold. The rain is falling all around me, making me colder than I already am. Lying here, my breath is catching in my throat every time a sharp pain precedes me.
People walk past not caring, not even looking my way. I'm in too much pain to call out, not enough strength to even move. Cold now, legs going numb, darkness at the corner of my eye. Waiting to take me, swallow me up. I can't let that happen. Have to keep fighting. Hold on, I'm sure they will come. They have to.
God why did I do that, all it got me was the pain that is now shooting from my abdomen. I move my hand to my face. There's blood, lots of it, more than there was.
I hear something, try to move but can't. A silent tear flows down my face. A silent tear that no-one will ever notice, a tear that says everything about how I feel and a tear that says it's all over.
I know they're not coming, I'm alone now and I don't want to hold on anymore and as I let the darkness take me, my final thoughts will be of those who in hope I'll see in another life. The darkness takes me and it's all over.
In another place, in another direction a man runs into an alley where he should see a girl. The place is empty.
He falls to his knees, loud tears falling freely down his face.