The tiny strands of hair on Calebs arm stand erect. His throat starts to swell and his heart feels as if it's going to burst from his chest. Around him, all of reality becomes silent and time slows. He is gripped in the moment as he stares down the barrel of the gun aimed in his direction. His mind is telling him to run, to put one foot in front of the other, to escape to safety. But, he stands there.
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Caleb jerks up in his bed now drenched with damp sweat. His hands fumble in the dark for the lamp switch on the bedside table. The light illuminates the room casting itself upon the minimal furnishings and small bugs who scatter. He begins feeling along his torso. His hands pat and lay over each blemish and scar he's managed to accrue over the years. He stops. One of his fingers has founds its way to a particular scar. The mound of flesh over the scar resembles an oval-like ring.
he lowers his head and turns off the light.
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Authors Note: I'm still getting back into the swing of things. I have not written in quite some time. [insert sad face]. I will still be posting stuff even though alot of it will not be good!
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