5 - Dream Warrior
It wasn’t the first time Rob’s diabetes acted up; his morning insulin shot was a distant memory for his too-active body. Staying late and getting assaulted hadn’t helped restore his strength. He was dehydrated.
As he lay curled against the wall in his weakened state, a familiar darkness invaded his mind, a confusion of exhaustion and despair clogging his thoughts. As his head kept pounding, red and carmine swirls danced under his closed lids, with flashes of grinning faces.
Lame, they had said.
Faggot, maggot, others before them had taunted.
It has been a nightmare, ugly and violent.
Hey! Hang on in there.
A voice was calling out. Distant, but powerful, carrying a tiny kernel of care embedded.
Like the banging, before the darkness engulfed him. He was stuck in a r
