I heard some quiet voices talking, and the sun creeping through my eyes. And suddenly I had a full-power killer headache. I try to make out what the voices were saying but I only got this: " when will he wake..." "His condition is stable but" " how long". I wasn't able to understand anything and my headache was too painful to open my eyes, so I was stuck lying on the uncomfortable bed, or whatever this thing was. Wait, where am I? Who are those people talking? Who am I? What happened? My memory failed me as I tried to even know my name. Maybe I don't have a name. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I'm in heaven. I might even be in hell. A sharp beeping sound gets my head out of the clouds, but the noise gets really loud, and keeps on going. BEEP!BEEP! BEEP! I feel like someone is repeatedly smacking me on the head with a heavy metal pipe, and suddenly I feel as though I'm slipping away, and everything gets muted, and I'm out.
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Dave
أدب المراهقينOne night in the snow can change everything. It did for Dave. ▪️◾️⬛️◼️◾️▪️▫️◽️◻️◻️◽️▫️ I know that the Epilogue is not the best, but the story gets better. (At least I hope so).
