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How does a wound heal when it can’t be bandaged or
stitched?
The answer was… it can’t.
I flinched, as the silence suddenly filled with Riley’s
ringtone. She padded away to it and then grimaced. “It’s
Maddox.”
I turned and walked away. Back into my room. My
sanctuary.
Curling into my bed and sinking into my soft mattress, I
tucked my blankets around me. A safe cocoon. Not safer
than Maddox’s arm… but at least, my bed wasn’t the
reason for my suffering.
My eyes closed, and I had to remind myself to breathe.
The sound of crushing glass filled my ears. The echo so
loud, it was deafening. My world tilted, swayed and turned
over. My head slammed into something, and I remembered
feeling like it would explode.
The distinct sound of cracking bones came next.
Then my screams. My parents’.
Pain came next.
Darkness soon followed.
The buzzing sound in my ears didn’t stop, and my lips
parted to speak, but I couldn’t. My voice was gone. I tried
to scream, but I couldn’t.
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…
I remembered…
The blood. So much blood. I remembered the feeling of
death.
I remembered passing out and waking up again, in the
same position, with the same agony coursing through my
body.
I sucked in cramped air and tried to scream, tried to
breathe, but my lungs refused to work.