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Screams.

Cries.

Fire was absolutely everywhere.

Where's momma?
Was all the poor boy could think of.

More screams
More crying.

He soon realized that it was his own screams, his own crying.

"Momma, please, wake up! Wake up momma! Wake up please!"

He awoke, laying on a hospital bed.

What... Happened?

He pondered on the events that might've led him to wake up in the hospital. He then, started crying.

"Momma..."

He woke up in a cold sweat back in his apartment building.

He stared at the gray ceiling above his bed, holding back tears.




"Mom..."









Now...


she sleeps.

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