Avery let unconsiousness consume him in less than three minutes.
His arm hurt terribly, but aside from that, he felt okay. For the whole three minutes, he was thinking about how mad his dad was going to be. He wrecked their only car. Avery couldn't see much for those three minutes. He didn't hear anything for the first minute, then there were the faint sounds of people and cars, all of them moving slower, making less noise. All he felt was the pain. A sting above his left eye. His arm.
"Take me," Avery begged for the darkness clouding his vision to take over.
And then it all finally went dark, as he'd wanted.
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The Wind Doesn't Talk Back
General FictionAvery's younger sister is dying. The same disease that claimed the life of his mother is threatening hers. And it skipped Avery. He was told when his mother got sick that it was always a possibility that he'd get it too. Then Ashley got it, not him...
