"Help.
Me", he whispered. He
didn't mean to whisper but there was too much pain in his
heart to cry out for life's mercy. The Fiats are cruel to any
man clinging to life, still looking for a reason to live
it. "Please. Someone.
Anyone. Please help me." His whispers became more and more faint, almost
as if he couldn't keep down the blood that he was trying to
swallow. No one was there for him (as always). It seemed as if
whenever he wanted someone they were there, yet whenever he
NEEDED them, he was alone. Poor, cruel fiat. "Please", and still with no reply, tears of red began to roll down his face and splash onto
the ivory floor...
