Sorry I haven't updated in a while... On my part, I completely forgot about this story. I've been thinking, "What should I do? What am I forgetting?" Bingo-It came to me. This chapter's a little short, but future ones will be bigger.
I woke up, feeling as if a truck hit me—at least five times. I started to sit up, my head pounding, and felt a painful twinge in my right leg. I looked down my body, using my elbows to support my heavy head. Nothing seemed wrong. But when I tried to stand up, my ankle burst into pain, as if acid were running up and down one of the bones in my leg.
"Owww," I groaned as I sat down hard on the floor. It didn't feel painful enough to be broken, but maybe sprained. I cautiously rolled up my pant leg. What I saw was a swollen mass of skin. I tried to move my foot. It hurt, but I could move it. Yup, definitely not broken.
I lay back down on the hard cement, wondering what to do. I close my eyes for a few minutes, and then I hear a voice.
"Child," it says. I open my eyes immediately, and I see a shadowy form of Victor looking down on me.
"Victor?" I asked in shock, scooting my way back until I felt the wall on my back. "What are you doing down here?" I say, forgetting all of my pain.
"I'm not Victor, Child. I'm his father."
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