GAGGED!!!

The first time he banged his head the mirror above the sink cracked, the second time he heard the satisfying crunch of bone on cracked mirror. This time the pristine white sink was filthy with his dark blood. The third time he willed his neck and head forward towards the jagged reflection of his bloodied face, the slam brought with it silence. As he slithered to the floor, a filthy, bloody mess, he realized that his nose had broken and his right eye was blind with some glass sticking in his it.

He had never felt pain like this before. His laughter echoed in that small bathroom. The pain made him realize the truth, that soon the pain would just be a throb and then it would be gone. And he already missed the pain as he experienced at the point of contact. He laughed again but choked with cough as he spat out blood on to the decomposing plaster on the wall. His teeth and bone slid to the floor and turned into a sliver of a stream. He tried to laugh some more but only ended in a fit of coughing and vomiting blood.

HE was a mirage. People believed in him only when they felt like and gave him up for a hoax as they walked through him. He wanted to feel if he was a person, a human...

As the pain ebbed away, he could feel the blood drying and a felt a fly frolicking on his squashed face. All he could think of was that, of some use at last!

But his chest still felt as though it would burst with emotion and he didn't want to feel it no more. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to care no more. He wanted to not feel the load for even a second more. The realization brought smile to his eyes but his lips or whatever was left of them just quivered as fresh blood slithered down his throat and the yellow T shirt which said the biggest lie created by the human race 'THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE'

For a moment he felt uncontrollable rage as he shrieked with all his strength and started slamming his fists on to the floor, the wall, the plumbing. He stopped when he could no longer hold his fists and laughed incredulously as he looked at his hands, a mass of torn flesh and blood with traces of bone. He needed them to function. He had to type. He could imagine the keyboard of his computer coagulated with blood after he was one typing. He didn't know what he wanted to type, could any words hold any importance at this point?

He used his elbows and knees to move. He could feel the fresh cuts as he pushed himself forward on broken glass and plumbing. He passed out half way through and his head banged hard on the threshold as he lost consciousness. The glass in his right eye crumbled and a more blood flowed out on the marble flooring of the room he was staying in.

He came back with a start and coughed out more blood. He had to get to his desk.

He got to the base of his desk. Blood trailing him as he lay in a mess trying to get his shattered hands to grip anything so he could pull himself to his computer. Using his mouth he pulled on the power cable of the laptop, his mouth slipped off the cable because of the blood and lack of teeth. He tried again and again till he felt the laptop crash to his side after bouncing of his head.

It still worked! God damn! Mac, it can survive anything. Can't say the same for myself and laughed but couldn't as he just wheezed out more blood. After some more struggle he managed to get managed to get his broken fingers on to the key board and typed out 'IT'S OVER........

and slumped on to the floor in a pool of blood, listening to the flies amusing themselves in the mess he had made.

His eyes shut and his lips froze in an unnatural eerie smile. All he could hear in his head was 'IT'S OVER'

But his phone buzzed at that very instance and his eye opened and the only thought in his blank head was 'OR IS it...'