The boy was going to die, that much was obvious. His name...not important for someone on their deathbed. He sat with his back facing a boulder, lying still. The occasional twitching of his pale body indicated the little time he had left.
From the looks of it, the boy had suffered injuries that normally occurred during a fist fight. However, in his case, the fight appeared to have been one-sided. The bruises on his cheeks, body and right eye were a shade of black. One of his legs was broken, and his right arm was dislocated; traces of stabbing were noticeable along his arms and legs. Blood poured from both corners of his mouth, but his jaw remained intact.
The boy had been beaten beyond recognition. Something on his body indicated that this was no ordinary fist fight. A 15-foot ice spear had pierced the right side of his torso and was lodged in the boulder he was leaning on. It had ruptured his liver and ripped parts of his stomach, which accelerated the pace of his blood loss.
The boy looked up at the darkening sky, which threatened to rain. He felt no pain. Was he angry? Sad? There was no telling; his eyes looked soulless, and his facial expressions were unreadable.
Could help be on its way? Not a chance, he was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rocks and plain land with no sign of human life around.
He started dozing off... then abruptly woke up.
"Do not fall asleep!", a voice in his head said, "The second you close your eyes, you die!"
"Leave me alone," he tried to say, but the intense pain left him unable to speak. "I am nearly dead anyway," he thought to himself.
He speculated that he had at least 2 minutes before his tragic demise, and presumed he would never be found.
Raindrops began to fall, slow and scattered at first, then gradually picking up pace. He tried to fight back the tears under the falling rain as lightning danced above him and thunder rumbled in the distance. He tried taking his mind off his slowly approaching death. The pain from his wounds intensified, and despite having felt nothing before, his heart now throbbed with agony. At last, his emotions overpowered him, and he found himself in excruciating sorrow.
How long had he been here? Will someone realize that something is wrong? Was someone going to come to save him? When will he be freed from this torment? Grief and melancholy filled his thoughts.
His body was weak and trembling. He knew he only had seconds to live. Still, he gathered the last of his strength and cried out. "Help! Help me! Somebody! I do not want to die! Please..." His emotions spiraled out of control. He was sobbing and begging for someone to help him, but to no avail.
He was never a great person nor someone worthy of acknowledgement. Always forgotten and never cared for. He thought about his younger sister -only she would miss him. How would she cope with his death? His sorrow, intensified by these thoughts, rendered his heart numb.
He was exhausted, weak and despondent. As he awaited his demise, the thought of escaping this hellish world slightly comforted him.
His eyes closed, and his head tilted to the side as he drew his last breath under the relentless rain...