Page 21 of Chaotic Curse

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Fifteen Years Earlier…

I’m not sure what’s happening.

Everything is fuzzy.

I want something…

Mouth is dry.

Water.

“Water,” I say.

Except I don’t actually say it.

I think I’m only thinking it.

My eyes are crusted shut.

Or it feels like they are, like when you wake up with a bad cold that goes into your eye.

“Open,” I say to my eyes.

Open.

Then I see him, through the narrow slits of my eyelids.

My father.Sitting next to me.

And I’m…

I’m lying down.

In a bed.A bed that’s not mine.

And then I remember.

It all comes barreling back like a freight train into my head.

My father.Ted.The gun.

And…

What happened?

Ted?

Me?

My father shot me.

“Hawk?”My father’s voice.

“Dad…” I grind out.

“Yes, son.I’m here.”

“Where am I?”

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