The cool humid air is somewhat refreshing. I brush my bangs out of my face and stare at my reflection in the puddle below me. The full moon is the only light that illuminates my broken face. I spit out some warm thick substance; blood. The puddle clouds red as if poisoned. Memories of violence and pain shoot through my mind. The red reflection stares at me. I shake my head; thick drops of rain water mixed with sweat fall slowly and heavily to the ground; or are they tears? My chest feels heavy and breathing is difficult. I fall to the cold wet ground. The headlight of my motorbike shines brightly in my eyes. I see nothing. A deep low noise rings in my ears. I climb to my knees. The air now seems thick and heavy. My movements feel slow and tiresome. I try to catch my breath. The pale light of the headlight on my face brightens the loathsome red reflection. I punch at the puddle in agony. The ringing continues; it's the engine. I get to my feet and stumble towards the menacing bike; my greatest possession. Wearily I look at the broken watch on my wrist. Time ticks by painfully slowly. A sense of regret and resentment hits me. I rev the engine; the most beautiful sound that can be made. I live to see tomorrow.