( Fallen, a journey though hell.)

Chapter 3- Cold sweat and life storys

I felt my eyes strain, almost like they were being forced shut. I opened my eyes to see my room? Wait wasn't I just died? This seems weird but I can't really think. It's almost like i'm in a daze. I walk over to my door and my mom opens it.

"Let's go we are late!" she yells and I turn around to see a fully packed bag behind me. I didn't know where we were going but I grabbed the hard handle and walked forward. I closed my eyes and opened then where I was now sitting in my car on the way to someone's house. I feel dizzy and close my eyes again,

I wake up on the ground. Our car is a couple feet away from us. My mother is laid across the car, blood is dripping down her head and I am on the ground. I hear people yelling in the background and I try to look at my body. I'm bleeding and I start to feel dizzy again. But this time I don't want to sleep. I want to fight I want to live. I stand up but I continue to lay flat on the ground. I look around to see people sprinting over to me and trying to help me. I walk over to them and start to talk, but no one hears me. I start to yell desperate to be heard. I yell and yell and yell. But still no answer. I yell again and louder. I started to hear a soft voice

"You're ok... you're ok.... Luran.. Lur-"

I jump up suddenly with tears streaming down my face. I shook uncontrollably and was quietly sobbing. I gasped for air waiting for the cool gas to flow down into my lungs. I feel a hard object holding me tightly and look up to see ren with a very conserved face and he was whispering soft nothings to me. I hugged him and he spoke,

"Good you're awake, I thought you were going crazy, you started to yell, here let me get you a glass of water." he stood up and I balled up. The sheets stuck to my back and my pillows and sheets were scattered. Ren walked over and handed me a glass of water. He sat down onto the bed and handed me it. I took the glass and took a sip. I tried to focus on the coldness that was flowing down my throat. Ren took his finger and wiped the tears from my eyes. I sat the glass down and scooted closer to him, pulling him in for a hug. He hesitated for a second but tried his best to make me feel better.

"Do you think you can go back to sleep now?" he whispered. I mumbled a yes and layed back down. He stayed next to me and watched over me almost like my brother did. My mind wonders. My brothers name was alex. He was really tall and just around the same age as ren. My brother was only a year older than me and was my best friend. I always followed him around. He was my hero. I wonder how he was at home. I missed him, and I knew he was missing me. Just thinking about him almost made me go back into full sobs. I wondered how he was taking my death, and I wish I could have comforted him. I found myself clouded into my thoughts and drifted away off into dreamland.

The next morning I woke up to ren making coffee and having a small breakfast. I rolled out of my sheets and rubbed the nasty crust from my eyes. I wobbled over to ren and plopped down in a chair. Ren turned around a sat a cup in front of me. He placed another cup next to his plate and he grabbed a plate of the small counter and laid it on my side. He pulled out a chair and sat across from me. I looked on my plate. There was grapes, a pancake, some bacon, and sausage. I took the coffee into my hand and flinched when it burnt a finger . I shook it off and checked the wall clock and it read 5:21 in the morning. I sighed and went back to my cup. The handle was red and the cup was black with the hotels symbol and name on it. I took a sip, it was slightly bitter but I drank it anyway. I scarfed down the rest of my food and ren stood up and took my plate and cup now empty and sat them in the sink. He took his clothing and walked into the bathroom. I walked over to my clothing and heard the shower turn on. I changed quickly and sat on the bed packing my stuff into a bag that was now sitting on rens bed. He shortly walked out of the bathroom and over to me. He shoved his clothing into the bag and zipped it up. He threw it over his shoulder and headed towards the door. He threw me my shoes and slipped on his.