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Chapter 4--Sam--Conscious

Green eyes with golden flames that lick around the pupil. Creamy, peach colored skin. Light, chestnut brown hair with golden ends.

Then, boom! Flashes of icy hot pain radiate down my skull and race down my spine. I cry out as the horrendous train of agony speeds down my arms and legs, before crashing at my fingertips and toes.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I endure this torture, colors flashing and whipping under my eyelids.

I hear heavy footsteps join the handsome teen.

"What hurts?"

I peer through my eyelashes as the boy.

"Everything," my voice is tight and strained.

I hear rummaging and something that sounds like a rattle.

"Uh, two Advils," The boy mutters. I hear the rattling sound. I put together that it is a pill bottle.

"Here, uh, there's some water left in this glass. Here is a, um, you know, Advil."

Pills are pushed into my hand.

I don't want to move or even breathe, but the pills might help the pain.

I push myself up so that my back is resting on the arm of my couch. It's excruciating! I groan and gasp.

I peel my crusty eyes open.

The boy eyes me worriedly and hands me the glass of water. I down the pills.

An older man, a darker version of the boy, stands at his side. His jeans are worn soft and light in color. His stomach is spilling over his fraying belt. The man's eyes are bloodshot, with a short and rough beard. Traces of white run through his dark hair. He looks callous and burned out, but the crinkles around his eyes, caused from laughter, hint of happier times.

"What happened to you?" The mans voice is deep and gruff.

I take a deep breath, and instantly regret it, for a searing pain rips through my rib cage.

Once the pain fades and I catch my breath, I begin.