He woke up lying on the roof, the taste of blood filled his mouth his head hurting from the brutal beating he was giving by the three men who were still standing over him" why was this happening? What did I do to deserve this?" the boy thought. "Hey the little punk's awake!" one of the men said. Unable to see their faces completely the boy tried his best to get up and maybe make a run for the door and down the stairs, but that wasn't going to happen..as he tried to lift his weakened body one of the men kicked him back down " where do you think you're going?" obviously nowhere he thought. The beating continued for what seemed to be hours until they finally got tired and decided to leave him for dead, nobody was gonna come looking for him in this part of town..especially since he was a tourist with no friends or family anywhere near here. " hey Tony, Ben search him take everything he's got and let go!" one of the men said " no point in finishing him he'll die anyway" two of the men searched him and took everything he had and they all left. He was left on that roof to die.." I don't want to die.. Not like this!" the boy whispered as he held back tears.
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