I wake up to somebody's face above mine. My vision is blurry and I can barely make out a thing. "She's coming around" I hear. I don't know the voice "wh- who are you?" I say. My mind is racing with thoughts of what happened. Have I been shot? Am I dead? (A sandlot fanfic) Started April 27th 2020

{Sequel to 'North'} i couldn't really explain what happened to me in the last 3 months. but I can explain to you how i got back. (Lowercase intended) © 2019