New Ending

Things grow darker and darker. I can feel my end, and the hands of death around my neck. The heated walls, and endless pit cloud my last thoughts. the inquisition is about to claim another life, something I never believed would take me. Me of all people, all the beggars, all the drunks, why me? That is the last question I ask myself as I lose my footing and am sucked into the inky blackness. Why me? I know at any moment the end will come my body crashing into the bones of previous victims. Why me? I ask myself this over and over again. And will continue to until either that question is answered or I meet my fate at the bottom. Why me?