"What do you want now?" He spat these words at me. These were the words of a 16-year-old boy who didn't give a damn if I was upset. I was locked in a room full of children who were feeling the air for their own voices back. Would I have to do like them, would I have to grab the cold air for something that is mine, and only mine and no one had the …showed first 75 words of 791 total…

…showed last 75 words of 791 total…With my last breath I looked up at the children, they were coming closer to me, holding nothing in their hands but pushing an invisible object towards me. Suddenly I felt a surge through out my body, my voice was back. Yet, their was no need, I was seconds away from death. I looked up at the boy and said with all the anger I could muster. "Fuckkkk.....yoooou!" And dropped to the floor, dead.