attacked

Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies

Jealousy is when their reflection in the mirror that is your progress, is attacked rather than appreciated, begrudged rather than understood.

My fingers try to grab onto the net. I__ pulled away too quickly, dragged through the snow. Everything is white and flying and painful.__ick!__ claw at the snow, trying to slow down. There__ nothing to hold on to. I kick and kick. The hands clutch my ankles. Flipping my torso over I get one quick glance of their backs. They__e wearing parkas and hats and look normal, like people, but faster. I smash onto my face again and lift up my head just in time to see Nick snarling inside the net. He__ transformed again.__ick!_ I yell, but snow pours into my mouth. Sharp cold pain smashes through my teeth and into my skull. I cough and try again. __ick!__e raises himself up onto four legs and howls, a long, searing cry of anguish and rage.My heart breaks for him, caught there. I have to help him escape. I have to get free.I kick again. __et me go.__ain shoots through my head. Fireworks. Explosions. All inside my brain. The white world goes dark and I know what__ about to happen. I__ the one leaving. I am the one gone.

It is important to remember that we are attacked not because we are bad, but because the devil doesn__ like God blessing us