My New Bike

The fist comes so fast in your face you didn't even have the chance to protest, your head is sent flying backwards and you're sent staggering backwards until you suddenly fall to the ground in a heap. "Stupid mother-fucker." Blood hisses. You lay on the ground with blood pouring from your nose, your eyes hardly open, squinting into the streetlamp's dull artificial light.

Blood and the rest of them walk away, abandoning you, leaving you to lay next to the curb.

Your eyes feel heavy, you close them, to be presented with a familiar darkness. And with that, you fall unconsious...