I struggled to remain awake. The pain making me remember my ears. The other children that tormented me on what I believed in. I heard a voice in the distance of my mind. Well more outside my mind. But being in this state, I counted as a distance. I struggled to get control of my body, I felt the pain grow as I began to come to. Hearing Rudolph call for me to move, I struggled to break free in my weakened state. Forcing the man over me to let go, I drug myself away and dragged a cloth to press on my neck to try and stop the bleeding. The pain was so much that I found breathing hard still. I felt my eyes slowly close, like I was tired.  I fought to keep them open. I felt cold the longer I laid on the floor. I began to notice my vision becoming blurrier. I tried to focus on the ceiling and struggled to stay awake. I winced as I pressed more on the cloth. I had to stay awake. I was not going to die here. Not like this, I had too much left to do.