I was in such a weakened state that I was barely aware of what was going on. I had managed to reach the light, my vision and memory fuzzy and blurred. I had thought the light was a safe harbor, but as my mind registers the gun barrel in my face, I'm having doubts.
A shout pierces my head. The gun is no longer in my face. I slump my head down, so now I'm completely lying on the snow-covered porch.
My head is pounding and I can feel the pulse of my heartbeat. I'm hot and cold all at the same time.
A big hand squeezes under my shoulders and lifts up. Another hand goes under my knees and up I go, while my head swims. I'm not conscious enough to understand what is going on.
I'm confused and I try to wriggle out of the strong grasp, but the hands tighten their hold.
I'm plopped on a couch, my body painfully bouncing with the drop. I hear talking around me, but I can't comprehend what is being said.
Something is laid over me and then things start to go black.
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EspiritualJohn Charles is a seventeen-year-old boy who lives with his father in a small cottage, deep in a thick forest, fifteen miles from their hometown. When an injured, half-conscious girl appears on their front porch of their humble and slightly-shabby...
