Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
I stirred, twitching my lips and making a movement from my fragile fingers, allowing them to brush something smooth and cozy, beside me, as it was a sheet covering the bed, I was lying down.
My mind was hardly able to think straight with a foggy vision, and the panic continued flaring through my veins.
In the manner, the seconds were passing by, my senses were able to function. Simultaneously, a perception of pain erupted through my forearm and I couldn't help but hiss as a reaction.
We'll be paid highly for a kidney.
Such a thought was enough to make my eyelids flutter wide open but I instantly shut them back when I found myself unable to bear the bright light, coating the white room.
I had a feeling, I was inside the hospital.
How did I end up in the hospital? Wasn't I drugged?
Connor Wolfhard. You have always been my target.
A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, my heart began palpitating violently, almost painfully. My face was gone pale and the sweat slipped down on my eyebrow, causing my hands to tremble violently, and my knees start to buckle.
A pool of tears was collected in my eyes at the moment, the twinge of sharp pain exploded again through my forearm. They had injected the needle into my unhealed wound that is directly producing pain, out of control.
A monitor set to my side suddenly started to beep wildly, developing a feeling other than anxiety to wash over me.
The shielding time needs to cease now.
"I-I'm gonna die. They'll kill me." I whimpered, quivering, and moving side by side on the bed.
"Connor." Someone placed their large hand on my forehead while calling out my name.
"Revenge." The words were flowing out of my lips on repeat. "Revenge. He'll take revenge."
In these moments, the thoughts were accelerating around my head. I wanted them to stop desperately, so I could breathe properly but they were triumphant in attacking my head.
My brother got to live in jail just because of your father.
With misty eyes, I murmured. "He won't leave me."
In the manner, his spouse had died, just in the manner, his youngest son will die.
"Connor!" Now, another voice came out to be demanding. "Open your eyes. It's okay. It's nothing. You're safe, bud."
Indeed, I would get something, kid.
"No...No…" I shook my head violently. My mouth went dry.
