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Chapter 5: Pain
Leo's POV (yeah he's alive)
I don't know where I am...or even how I got here...all I know is that my head is killing me....the blankets are warm and two green eyes are staring at me. I blink and a little girl about six years old with curly brown hair is sitting in front of me, eyes huge in awe.
"SARAH!! ITS AWAKE!" shrieks the little girl in front of me. I grimace in pain and groan. My head feels like its going to split in two. The girl gets up and runs off. I moan and try to get up only to find that my body dosen't like that plan. My head feels heavy and I can't move it. I hear the little girl calling excitedly down the hall.
"SARAH!! THE BIG TURTLE IS AWAKE!!!" she exclaims,"COME ON!! HURRY!!! IT'S AWAKE!!"
I make another attempt to get up and fail miserably, I can't move. Panic sets in...where am I? My things?!? I somehow get up onto my elbows and then nearly throw up as a wave of nausea hits me and my head recieves a streak of blinding pain across my skull. My arms buckle and I flop onto the matress below me, groaning loudly before I can stop it.
"Anna hush!" I hear a woman order,"Quiet down,dear you've probably scared him. Go play with the others. Now Anna, you can come see the turtle later."
"But?" I hear the little girl protest," Fine but I wan'na see the turtle." She sounds sad and I can't help but smile a little, despite the pain I'm in.
Moments later, as I'm making yet a another attempt to get up, a woman around her forties cames into the room I'm in. I've now noticed that the lights are off and one lamp is on covered so that it is very dim. I'm on a matress on the floor covered in multiple blankets.
"No," she says firmly, like she's talking to a dog, "No, lay down big guy." I struggle not to pass out as I try to pull away from her. I'm more than a little scared...I remember my brothers seeing me jump...seems they left me to die after all...who knows what this woman will do to me...
"Shush...shshsh...its ok...I won't hurt you...its ok...lay down," her voice is gentle and my head hurts so much...I'm tired and my arms are shaking badly. I calapse and curl up.
"M-M-My b-ba-bag," I gasp out, it hurts to talk...it hurts to move...my head...
"Shh...your stuff is right here. Your things are fine, that cup isn't broken...your quilt is one of the blankets you're covered with...shhh...rest. Its alright...shhh," Sarah tells me and she hands me my battered bag. I pull it close and hug it. I lay still drifting off, my head still throbing painfully. I hear Sarah leave and reach into the bag and find my journal inside the cover is the family picture...water stained but there. Tears flow anew and a soft sob makes its way out...they left me to die...
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