Some Day
Tubes. Machines. Lights. Smells. Sounds. Before the tubes and the machines and the smell of latex and the beeping, it was darkness. When he came to, he could barely feel his skin. He could barely move. At some point, he could barely breathe.
Esau was able to move his hand enough to pull the ventilator off his face. Most of his body was wrapped with bandages, most of his face too. A nurse ran into the room. Only now did he notice that his panic had caused the beeping to move faster and louder.
"Sir, you need to calm down and put your ventilator on," said the nurse, putting his hands on Esau's shoulders, trying to hold him down.
Esau looked him in the eyes. "Marceline," he hissed.
"What?" The nurse frowned.
"Marceline!!"
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Paradise Blvd. Year One
Teen FictionIn a world of parties, drugs, violence and art, a group of friends with superhuman abilities expect to slide through their last summer before senior year, but their lives are thrown apart when one of them kills a man in self-defence and the others h...
