First Chapter in my book: "Title Pending"

My cup runneth over..

            The lights are dim the streets desolate.  Practically no one to be seen besides the cars parked.  I close my eyes, scared lost and confused.  I rack my brain for anything at all, but recollect nothing of the past week and sit idle hoping wishing wondering...lost.  I blink.  Nothing.  I keep my eyes open for as long as I can muster.  It hurts.  Everything hurts everywhere hurts.  I close my eyes again.  There is a certain relief in keeping my eyes closed.  What ever is hurting me somehow loosens its grip on my body with my eyes closed and I feel less pain.  Pain is something I have learned to overcome in the past.  But not this time.  I take pills and shoot up heroin usually to feel less pain.  Not this time.  I do not know how I got here, but drugs played a role I am sure.  I open my eyes.  If there is one thing I have learned it is to not fear pain...death...life.  There is blood everywhere on me, my shirt is coated with it and my head feels light and feather-like as I try and stand.  I have been knocked out for God knows how long now and lay idle on the side of the street with cars whipping by.  All I can see are streaks of yellow and blue lights from headlights and can see a blur of red in the distance from a traffic light.  I stumble to my feet.  Fall.  Stumble up again slower this time with more care of myself and hobble over to the sidewalk.  I am on the corner of Fifth and Smith now but remain lost in how I got here.  I try and remember.  Use everything I have got to remember but can't.  I fall again, the blood oozing out of me now faster than ever.  I feel my skull crack as I hit the pavement and I'm out.