By: Kenya In the black void of my mind I watched a younger version of myself get thrown against an old fence an abandoned lot by a man with silver hair and emotionless black eyes. My eyes watered with liquid pain, but my mouth never uttered a sound. Dark Bruises graced my checks and arms. My jaw clenched and my hands fisted as bones cracked and joints popped as I stupidly stood again.
The man blew me back, flush against the fence, with a force invisible to the eye. He bent the metal from the fence against my wrist to hold me there. The skin around the metal began to darken and swell, while the hand connected to the wrested slowly turned white, signify an another set of bruises and lose of blood flow to my hands. My fingers twitched and began to glow a faint pink as I tried to pull myself off of the fence.