CHRISHitting rock bottom
“Chris, open your eyes!” I hear a man’s voice call me, but my eyes struggle to comply.
“Why’s he not answering?” I hear Madison's frightened voice in the distance, her trembling hand actually holding mine that’s cold.
“Chris, please … wake up!” It’s Madison talking now.
My eyes widen and I blink repeatedly as I try to work out where the f**k I am. I’m seeing everything blurry, the voices hit my ears distorted and echoing strangely. My bones feel like they’re broken and my stomach is ablaze. My lips move involuntarily and I’m sure I’m muttering something incomprehensible … as my eyes again close against my will.
“How much did you have this time?”
Is it the voice of Amon? Dear God above, no! I don’t want to wake up again, he’ll kick my ass this time.
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