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Thirteen

Luke (2015)

I never out grew out of being a farm boy. Nick moved away to the city, but I stayed behind to help Uncle Pete. I know we technically weren't family but he felt like family. My girlfriend, Bonnie, lives with me also.

Pete died a couple years ago from an accident on the farm. Our horse, May, bucked him off and he suffered from traumatic head injuries. May disappeared into the woods, leaving her daughter, Bell, in our care.

Ever since then, Bonnie and I have been taking great, if not excellent, care of the farm on our own.

Bonnie and I have agreed to start a family of our own. We aren't married yet, but we want kids so we decided why not have one?

I didn't know if Bonnie was pregnant yet, but she went to town to see if she is so I had the farm to myself.

No...I'm not gonna fuck one of the pigs. I'm not Nick.

I walked outside, and shivered in the cold. It was snowing. I hope Bonnie made it to town safely. I wouldn't want her to be put at risk.

I walked into the stables, whistling to the tune of some song I heard on the radio. Bell was laying down in her stable when I walked in to feed the horses.

There's Bell, Maple, Wendy, Ben, and Jackson.

I walked over to the feed and got some out (I don't know anything about farms so don't correct please) and fed every horse except Bell. When I was feeding her, I accidentally slipped and fell.

I guess I must've accidentally pulled her tail or hit her or something because before I knew what happened I saw a foot stick out.

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When I woke up I felt so tired.

The first thing I felt was the pain all over my head and face and eyes.

I tried to yell out in agony, but, when I opened my mouth, pain shot through my jaw. It hurt to open and close it and well, it hurt in general.

I wanted to go to sleep so badly, but I knew I should probably try to get out of the stable first.

I felt liquid running down my face and lifted my hand. There was blood all over my face. I looked down as it dripped off of my face. In the hay was a ball of something.

I realized I couldn't see out of my left eye and I started to panic. I picked up the squishy, bloody ball. My eye was staring back at me.

I looked up and screamed, ignoring the excruciating pain that came along with it. I put my hand up to my eye, instantly pulling it away when I felt the burning sensation.

I cried out in pain, then cried out in grief over my eye. I crawled over to the door, and tried to pull myself up. I got to standing, and I got the door open, but when I tried to walk my knees completely buckled.

I pulled myself along the floor, feeling the wood digging deep into my skin. It was going under my nails, and creating splinters all over me but I didn't care.

I couldn't bear the pain much longer. I couldn't bear the nausea and dizziness much longer. I couldn't bear the fatigue so I closed my eyes.

I awoke again to my phone buzzing. I didn't answer it in time. I pulled it out of my pocket, and struggled to read what the screen said.

'One missed call from Babe'

I clicked Emergency Call.

When I heard the woman's voice I spoke. "I'm going to die. I live on 146 Huckleton Road. Tell my girlfriend I love her."

I hung up the phone.

I know I'm going to die.

The blood keeps flowing and I can feel the old blood crusted to my face. I'm in so much pain, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I looked up at the roof, Black clouding my vision.

Fin