Aiden stiffened his muscles everytime the wagon hit a bump in the road. 'Why do they have to do this? What did I do this time that deserved being beaten? Probably nothing but they must of thought I did something or hell, this is how they find joy in life. Can't deprive them of their only entertainment now can I? When did I become so cynical or have I always been like this? I can't remember it hurts to think, it hurts to breathe. I wish that the pain would stop.' He thought as he felt himself being shoved out of the wagon. He braced himself for the impact and then passed out.<br/><br/>'What is this? Is this what death feels like? Why am I still in pain? I guess I will never get away from the pain.' He thought as he felt warmth surrounding his wounds but the warmth stung as much as it soothed. He tried to block out the pain but to no avail. He stiffened his muscles and prayed that it would be over soon.