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The boy woke up to pure silence except for the occasional beeping around him,
It took him a while, head buzzing with a ringing sound that was all too familiar and rather irritating.
There was this pounding headache, knocking at him from within making him wince as he blinked a couple of times,
Even opening his eyes felt like a task, he was so worn out, he couldn't even bother to move as he lay there, blinking slowly whilst gazing at the black ceiling.
It hurt.
What exactly? He didn't know. But there was this ache, within and all over his body, making him want to curl up and wait for it to disappear.
He waited, breathing ever so slowly before he tried to focus on what he last remembered.
Going out with his friends, hearing about his mother, visiting her, falling unconscious, waking up to use the restroom in the middle of the night, and then?
It was a blur, he remembered coming out of the restroom, walking back to his mother, and then seeing someone-
Someone tall, gruff black hair, and a voice so rough and sharp, it chilled him to the bones, and then that face-
His father.
Felix's eyes widened, as he held in a breath,
Memories in the form of lucid dreams rushed through his head, playing like a broken film tape and he could only let them take over his thoughts,
He remembered leaving with his father, once and for all to keep him away from his mother. He remembered being pushed inside a van where he cried and fought except he remembered the pinch of the needle as it broke through his skin, and felt the drugs being injected in his neck, them pulsing through his veins, regulating through his body.
The next few days were a blur, he didn't know how much time had passed except he was under the influence of whatever the needle held every single hour of the day, and when he woke up in the night, tied up in the corner of an empty dust-filled room, he'd be shut once more with the needle.
Felix had hazy memories, some more- something more-
He remembered being changed, and dressed- he remembered being taken somewhere and he remembered people talking with the faintness of music behind him-
He remembered a man in front of him- a man-
Who held him- took him- and threw him on the bed which made him come back to his senses and he remembered the man hovering over him-
No nonononononononon-
His chest was tightening, and he tried to raise his arm, clutching over the piece of fabric covering his skin as he tried to breathe-
