Liam
My eyes snapped open, but closed just as quickly again as daylight blinded me momentarily. I squinted, letting my vision adjust to the brightness within the room before I was able to open them completely.
I was in my old bedroom, our old bedroom, covered in soft white sheets as daylight poured in from the open window. A soft breeze made them sway gently and the sounds of birds chirping outside made everything seem so idyllic. I wasn’t sure how long I had been here. In fact, I barely remember how I got back home.
My right hand instinctively found a sore wound located just below my chest. I pulled the sheets away, gently lifted the bandage and glanced down at it, noticing how the wound had almost healed, but instead of a white-reddish scar, a black-bluish bruise covered my scar ins
