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There were things in this world that Mark knew he wouldn’t miss when his father finally got around to killing him. Things like the pain of bottles cutting into his flesh, things like the pain that he felt whenever one of his father’s ‘friends’ slept over. That’s why he wasn’t afraid when his father shoved him down the alley and proceeded to beat him.
It never stopped though.
The pain was unimaginable but his father kept going. Something about the gang finding him because of Mark, something about the pain that he would rain down on him because they found him. And he kept going and going and the pain wouldn’t stop. There were fists on his arms there were cuts along his torso that Mark could feel.
The pain was so intense that the world stopped for a second.
“This is it.” Mark thought. “ Finally dead. Finally.”
And then he blacked out.
