Maybe if he had just taken it till they
were through they might have let him
go. But it was kicking the tall one in
the groin and trying to escape which
led to the beating so intense that the
boy could only now remember a sense
of nothingness as if he had left his
own body and merely watched his
own assault from afar. Even the sound
of his cracking ribs with each swift kick
or the ring in his ears from his multiple
head injuries seemed far and distant
before, all of a sudden, it seemed to
just fade to black as if the end credits
were about to roll on a film.
He then seemed to fade out of
consciousness again but could remember someone binding his ankles as the
rope glided across his soles, lightly
tickling him into a brief state of consciousness before everything went
black once more.
how much he really loved him? Would
anyone ever know what happened to
him? What would his mother do when
he didn’t come home?
He could no longer hold his
breath and exhaled, uncontrollably
gasping in the cold, salty water he was
The feeling of being hoisted now submerged in.
into the trunk before the lid closed is
His chest burned and felt as though it
what the boy remembered next with
was going to explode for one agonizthe fat one seeming to cry into his
ing moment as his lungs labored to
hands repeating “I can’t do it, I can’t
expel the water and intake oxygen
do it, I can’t do it…”
that simply was not there. The sound
“It’s already done!” the tall of his heart beating became more
one shouted. “What do you think this frantically rapid and pounded deafenlittle fairy will do if we let him go? He’ll ingly in his ears as his brain tried to
go flying off to the police as sure as quickly prepare for the death he
shit. And I’m not going to jail for the hoped would come soon and end the
sake of one of his kind!”
agony.
The water was now getting
higher and the boy began to holler for
help and pound on the ceiling of his
encasement, still not sure exactly
what cramped space he was contained
Then the next thing there was,
in. And then he realized in the grimmest of epiphanies that he was in the was darkness. There was only darktrunk of a car; a car that seemed to be ness until his toes were met with the
on a steady tilt and filling with water. sensation of cold water rushing
against them.
The realization came over him
As this realization took hold
and horror was soon replaced by a
the boy could now remember blurred
surrealist, disbelief that this was going
flashes of what else had transpired.
to be it and these were the final mo“Oh shit,” one of the men had ments of his life. They had assaulted
said. “You killed him!”
him, tied him up, and were now
dumping the car in the lake to dispose
“God!” exclaimed another.
of him rendering all his life, all his
“What are we going to do?”
loves, and all his accomplishments to
The next thing he could re- nothing more than a hidden secret in a
member was the sensation of air be- watery grave.
ing forced into his lungs, the stale
As the water rose around his
taste of beer and cigarettes coating his
face he gasped in one last breath of air
mouth with each blast of air.
and held it. His mind flooded with
“What do you think you’re questions as quickly as the trunk had
doing?” one of them angrily shouted. flooded with water around him.
“We can’t let him die!” anothWill it hurt? He pondered
er responded.
fretfully. Would his boyfriend know
And then, almost as if he were slipping
into a nice, deep sleep everything
seemed to stop hurting. The questions
that plagued his mind seemed to fade
away as not important anymore. In
fact, he found himself feeling quite
warm all over despite the coldness of
water around him. A new sensation of
comforting darkness seemed to be
enveloping him slowly now. The boy
closed his eyes and succumbed to it as
a soft, thudding sound emanated
through the trunk as the car, his final
resting place came to rest in the deep.