The light from the window fought the darkness around me as though it were alive. Equaly fervent was the darkness, however, and neither seemed to keep the upper hand for long. it didn't matter. The light would loose before the dark would.It always did.

I placed my hand onto my side again, one of countless times that night. It was bloody. I wiped the evidence of my wound onto the bedsheets onto which I had fallen hours before. Were they gone yet? I could hardly remember the past few minutes, much less the time that had passed between... between what? Then and now? Maybe if i had known what then was. I reached accross the sheets to the nightstand and probed the desk for the clock. it wasn't there. They must have taken it. Time... not enough time...

The light began to fade from the window. It must be late. The darkness almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the struggle began to subside. I rolled from my spot on the now blood stained sheets onto the floor, reaching out for something to steady myself but finding nothing. I collapsed like so much meat. I guess thats all i was, anyways. Just so much meat to be sold. The bleeding had slowed down, but as i pressed my hands into the carpet to rise, i felt a slick warmth. I must have torn the wound on my way off the bed.

Slowly, painfully, as though my body would split in two and fall to the floor again, i brought myself nearly upright. My hand slid accross the nightstand that i had used to steady myself and reminded me again of my condition, just in case the infero tearing through the muscles in my side and shoulder did not clue me in to this fact. With a weak shove, i managed to give myself the momentum to stumble to the dresser on the far wall. Some of the drawers lay scattered about the room, latent reminders of the admirable fight i had put up before my assailants nearly removed my internal organs and spread them onto the walls. Maybe if i survived the night, they'd get another chance.

Maybe if i survived the night they wouldn't.