I watched as he walked towards me; his suit all perfect and his hair neatly in place, his fake tan glowing and his teeth sparkling white. I was concious of my clothes. Dull. Tattered. Unwashed.

You were washed up and alone, living out of bins, begging for scraps..

He strode past, not even glancing in my direction. The fool! All I had done for him, all I had risked to give him a better life. And what did I get in return? A pat on the back and a throw into the streets.

It wasn’t so long ago that I was the one glowing and happy..

He suddenly doubled over and clutched his stomach. Blood began seeping through his fingers and dripping to the ground. He screamed in agony as he tore open his shirt, revealing a perfect gash down his torso, slowly ripping open more as his insides tumbled out. His face drained as he crumpled to the ground, and empty shell of a man.

You got what was coming to you..

I looked down at my hands, where a scalpel was working away at the stitching of a small wicker doll..