Revenge

Insomnia plagues me. I roll over once more and try counting sheep. One...two...three... The cloud-like animals blur behind my closed eyes and morph themselves into all of my insecurities and fears. I grit my teeth in frustration, holding back a scream of utter annoyance and anger. I roll onto my back, recognizing my fatal mistake only as the pillow is shoved into my face. I thrash and kick but a strong arm holds me down. The fluff crushes my nose and shoves lips against teeth. My death is slow. I am not even awarded the luxury of a final breath.