The first sense that comes back to me is my smell, the smell of the cool air, not cool, cold. It's cold air, my gasps are met with cold air rushing down my throat, and my nose beginning to sting.
'What the absolute fuck is wrong with me?' I question myself. The next sense I notice is feel, the feel of the asphalt, my hands on it, it's hard, cold. My knees hurt, it's hard to breathe, I'm heavy. Sound and sight arrive simultaneously, murmurs, shouts, honks.
"Dumbass deserved it" Ah yes, there is a man behind me, he did just choke me out, I am in the middle of a street. I did just cause a big accident, I'm fucked, going to jail, life is over, just like that. I'm a fucking idiot. The cloud in my mind seemed to have dissapeared.
My hearing narrows in on the heavy clopping steadily becoming closer. Still kneeling I glance behind me to see a crowd of people surrounding the bus and people exiting it slowly. Coming to me is what I make out to be heavy boots and black denim pants, looming around my other shoulde, the man who originally assaulted me could be seen slamming his door with him back inside the car. Without even getting the chance to look back at the face of the footsteps coming to me, I see a boot first.
My ears are begin ringing and I can't see again. Falling onto my stomach and trying to get back up my vision rushes back, yet quickly another sharp pain in my side makes me roll over.
With a taste of iron and texture of pebbles in my mouth, no air is able to escape my lungs, I'm not feeling too great at the moment. Heavy stomps are cracking my ribs, not giving me any room to breathe, and leave me unable to hear my own gasps or whimpers. The ringing in my ears begins to fade.
"YOU. STUPID. FUCKING. FUCK. MY. ONLY. GRANDMA-" Oh. Well then I definitely deserve this no questions asked. Definitely a bit painful for my taste but hearing the sobs in this voice leaves little room for me to complain.
"AAAAAGG-" a childish and broken scream leaves his mouth. While a very large and grown foot was coming at my face. That scream was the last thing I heard before my head got snapped back and struck the street.
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*Tonight on 9 news, an unusual story involving a bus accident and what seems to be what could be classified as 'Mob Justice' Now we'll go to Jim as our on-site reporter.*
*Thanks Chris, here I am on on Syracuse off of Havana and as you can see behind me, the bus is currently being towed and police are on the scene. According to multiple eye witnesses, a man had just walked out of the office building over on my right, and blatantly disregarded his own safety and proceeded to walk into oncoming traffic. The bus driver attempting to move out of the way as to not hit him and was forced into the median.
The man kept walking to the other side of the street where other drivers pulled over. Another man had gotten out of his vehicle and began to assail the jaywalker. Then eyewitnesses all say a third man got off of the bus, and heavily beat the already down jaywalker.
The man has since been taken to the hospital in critical condition and police were also seen following the ambulance. Now here we have one of the videos taken for this incident and we must warn, the following content is very violent, crude, and viewer discretion is HEAVILY ADVISED*
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When my vision comes back again, what greets me are bright lights. They seem to have the intention of leaving me blinded, or maybe my eyes have been closed for too long. I try to look around but a sharp pain is sent down my neck.
'We'll leave it at trying then.' I think. Attempting to at least sit up, I place my hands down at my sides but my left hand is prevented from doing so and I hear a soft *clack*. Along with a little uncomfortable in my wrist I assume thats a handcuff.
"uuuuaaag" I voice uncomfortably. 'Great, there's a tube down my throat too and I can't even say Fuck properly.' I complain to myself while trying to get someone's attention. I begin moving my wrist and wiggling my body. Yet with not enough energy to move my wrist with enough force, and the pain that comes from moving my body, the only noises produced are soft clacks and light rustling.
'Shouldn't there be someone around to tell me whats going on right after I wake up?' I think to myself. Doesn't that literally happen in everything? Books, shows, movies? Whatever the case may be, I have no way to get anyone's attention, so now I have to live with the consequences of my own actions. I close my eyes and slip back into unconsciousness.