"Get off!" Rodrigo roared as he jerked out of his dream world, eyes wide open chest heaving, lungs striving. He ran a hand on his face, his palm brushing against the fabric on his eye.
He paused gripped by horror, he jumped out of bed rushing to the bathroom, where he came inches away from the mirror. He paused panting through the slight gap of his mother. He stared at the one-eyed boy who looked back, tiny purple cuts on the face and a healing lip. He reached for the back of his hair with a shaky hand, pulling on the knot of the bandage over his eye.
He dared to look up as he saw the bandage slide to the floor. Slowly he lifted his head catching the sight of his jaw in the mirror, he pushed himself into seeing his nose.
He took in a breath to steady his mind, and finally, he did it,
