It wasn't a nice feeling to be trapped in your mind, to be suffocated by your own weakness and choke on your own breath. The world to Theron was still so very dark. He could hardly feel anything of the outside worlds, his feelings and thoughts consumed by the pain shredding his abdomen, splintering his mind, and rupturing his soul.
The aching agony felt so eternal, one flash of severed thought and memory after another coming to mind, as though he was forced into the dream he dreamt every time he closed his eyes, but only so much worse…
Because this time, he couldn't get up.
It always came every night without fail… his bubbly little sister trying to get him to come with them, his mother's gentle but expectant smile, his father's wink as his tacit promise to get them off his back.
