1…
Damn it, my head feels like it’s on fire. Fuck. Is that my blood? Is this even real?
2…
Why are there clouds all around me? Is it raining? What the hell is this?
3…
What the hell? I’m hearing voices. Where are you? Shit. This is my blood.
4…
“Just stay down, boy. Spare yourself the beating.”
Oh my god. This can’t be real. Seriously? You?
“Of course it’s me, boy. Who else? Someone needs to remind you where you belong.”
What the fuck are you talking about?
5…
“You know what I mean, boy. Don’t play stupid with me. You know damn well you don’t deserve to win.”
What? Go to Hell. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.
“Oh, I’m going home, boy, and I’m taking you with me. Right back where you belong.”
But, I… I don’t.
“Don’t you, though? Didn’t your own daddy remind you all the time just how useless you were? Didn’t those punks remind you when they beat the shit out of you at school?”
6…
I’m better than that, though. I do…
“You’re shit, boy! Pure, utter shit! And you know it deep down! You know any success you’ve had was dumb luck. It was the Universe playing a joke, and you’re the punchline!
7…
This isn’t real. This isn’t real. It can’t be real…”
“What can’t be real? Every failure? Every stupid decision? Every mistake? Every single time you fucked up and proved to yourself, and the rest of the world what a fucking joke you were?”
8…
My God, you’re right. I’m a failure. This is real. My God. It’s really real.
“Yes, son, it’s real. But it’s okay. You’re tired and you’re broken. You always were. I know your head feels like it’s been hit by a freight train and you’re swimming in your own blood. Your soul is vacant and hollow. Stay down. You’re right where you should be.”
9…
I don’t want to get up anymore.
“Good, good. Just close your eyes and give up.”
You’re right. It’s better this way.
“I know it is, boy. Let the failures wash over you, it’s okay. Every lost job. Every broken relationship. Your failures as a father…”
Stop.
Eyes open.
That’s the one.
This isn’t real.
Stand up.
You almost had me, you devious bastard.
You got cocky and you overplayed your hand. Every blessed thing I got in this world I earned the hard way. And for all the times you hit me, you couldn’t knock me down and you can’t now, you son of a bitch.
Now, go back to Hell where you belong.
The Beginning At Last 
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