Invisible Enemy

This blog is called, "the LIFE and times of Peter Paray," do you honestly think he could kill himself?? NO. And it doesn't hurt to try either! Only some days does Peter wish he could die, but he can't, "it's fun to slip off trees and hang yourself though" he chuckled, "silly humans, death is for the weak!" He knocked on wood and finished his cigarette. Something struck Peter on the cheek, quick, painless at first, then it began to sting, it burned and then itched, he scratched uncontrollably. Life had snacked him for being such a wise ass. "What the fuck was that?!" He shouted, annoyed. He stood up and started swinging at the air, he spun around swung to all his sides, there were 3 onlookers, stopped in their tracks, watching Peter fight the air, shouting angrily. "Try that again!! Come on!!" The pedestrians examined him, looked around if anybody else was there near him. They gradually began to walk away, somewhat freaked out. Peter didn't notice them, he continued to swing his arms like he was in a boxing match, then began to kick, "take this! I know it hurts!" As he picked up his right leg and kicked his enemy once again, a swift invisible force made his left leg slip, causing Peter to fall to the ground. He slammed his head on the edge of the curb, the smell of blood ran through his nose, he could feel a wet substance slide down his neck. "Cheap shot!" He screamed as he began to sit up. He threw a few more effortless punches into the air while he was still sitting, it was no use, he couldn't fight something he couldn't see. He felt the liquid sliding down his back, his shirt stuck to his spine. He sat on the rough pavement, dizzy, disoriented, he forgot why he was even there.. He touched the back of his neck, the liquid was slimy and as he looked at his hands, it was blue. "Is this my blood?" He had never bled before. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a lighter and his pack of cigarettes, lit one up and tried to gain consciousness again, the smoke brought him a friendly reminder. "Atleast I tried," he said, in a cheery, disappointed voice, "atleast I tried."