Where's My Love Story?

Stronger

I awoke screaming! I looked around, frantically looking for something to tell me where I'm at!

"Find something! Focus your eyes dammit!" I yelled at myself. I was blinded from the sunlight coming in from the window. The window! Look at the window!!

"If there's a window with red curtains then you're home!! Look at it!" I finally focused my eyes and saw red curtains, being lit up by the rising sun. You're home. Now calm down and breathe. I could feel my heart beat slowing down as I took deep breathes of air. I'm home and I'm safe. Awake and safe.

I went to sit up but was shot with pain from my back. It felt like I was stapled to the bed from the inside. I yelled out in pain, that yell soon turned into a raspy scream. I tried to figure what the hell was going on! Why am I in so much agonizing pain??

Almost as soon as I asked myself, I remembered what happened a couple days ago.

"You have stitches in your back idiot. You have pain meds, get to them now!" I ordered myself. I needed some type of motivation to get out of bed.

I slowly rolled off the bed and stood up. I could feel the stitches stretching, but holding. They tighten just enough to remind me that they're there. I slowly made my way to my dresser, taking a deep breathe between each step to force myself to take my time.

I bet you weren't expecting a screaming kid when you started reading this chapter, huh? Don't worry, you're not alone on that.

I looked at the pile of meds on my dresser and picked up a couple. I looked at the little numbers on the top of it. No idea what they mean. I swallow the pills dry and start to make my way to bathroom. No this is gonna be harder than it looks.

15 mins later and I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I look like I've been through a meat grinder while in the back of moving van. I washed my face and reached for the towel. I looked back into my eyes and saw a 13 year old boy looking back at me. The last time I was like this......I looked down and saw what I feared the most.

Blood, being washed down the drain of the sink. I looked back at the boy in the mirror only to see myself covered in blood. I froze, holding the towel in front of me.

"No." I whispered out. "No. I'm stronger than that now. I'm no longer a scared little boy, I'm no longer subject to his wrath and chaos. I'm stronger now."

I wiped my face with the towel and tossed it to the rack. It actually stayed on it. After that little victory, I turned and walked out. Stopping at the door, I turned around and looked back into the mirror. I saw myself, standing there.

"You're stronger." It told me as I flipped off the light and closed the door.