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know what… but it hurt. It felt like a knife or a hammer
being pounded into my chest.
I blinked… forcing myself to breathe. I couldn’t. My
lungs contracted with such force that I was afraid they
would fold into themselves. When I coughed, agony
strummed through my body, and my cracked lips parted
with a silent scream.
Mom… Dad…
I couldn’t speak. The buzzing noise in my ears wouldn’t
stop.
The taste of coppery blood pooled in my mouth; it tasted
bitter, and I could feel it soaking my tongue and the inside
of my mouth. Blood…?
No…
How…
What…
I remember…
The fight…snow outside… in the car… mom… dad…
me…
I remember the screams…
My bones felt like they had been mangled together, and
my chest, it was being carved open. I lifted my head up a
bit and looked down at my chest to see… blood.
Everywhere. So much blood.
I sucked in cramped air and tried to scream, tried to
breathe, but my lungs refused to work.
No. No. No. Please. No. Oh God, no.
MOM, I wanted to scream. DADDY.
The pain never ended. The darkness never faded away.
My world tilted, swaying back and forth, and then
crashed.
Christian Carmichael.
Carmichael.
Carmichael.
My gaze found his, and I saw no recognition in his eyes,
as he stared at me with avid interest. He didn’t recognize