I still lay in the ally, trembling, crying and praying, hoping someone would find me. My face has turned blue, from holding my breath. When I would release it, a flash of pain would cause me to whimper.

     My heart still beat against my throbbing chest, as if it was trying to take its last big stand before it stops.

     Again I ask, "what....have I done....for...you to do...this?"

     This time, he responded with one word, "You."

      What could he mean? I've never seen the figure in my life, I haven't done anything to him, or have I?