felisha

         The seemingly endless day dragged on for the beaten body of what used to be a young man. With his head locked between two boards like a traitor, onlookers could only try and keep their horrified expressions to themselves as the spurts of blood came up when he had his coughing fits. Soft winds blew tangles in his pitch-black hair, trying to comfort the youth.        He lifted his throbbing head in defiance as if to say, 'I'm going to prove you all wrong.' And with one burgundy colored orb, he stared at the gathering crowd. A few gasps could be heard from within the large number of bystanders.         What was it that kept them wat