His eyes were closed. Slowly he found the courage to open them, unknowing of what his vision would reveal to him. He was in a large blue bed, puffed pillows beneath his head, all this man boy knew was that this bed was warm and comfortable.
Beginning to realize where he was, the fear of the unknown fell away. This was his bedroom from so long ago, there on the wall was his painting, on the door was the dart board he'd drawn with the bully's face in the middle. But already the nightmare of his youth returned, the last time he had been in this room, the last time it had seemed this big. His parents had died.
Beginning to realize where he was, the fear of the unknown fell away. This was his bedroom from so long ago, there on the wall was his painting, on the door was the dart board he'd drawn with the bully's face in the middle. But already the nightmare of his youth returned, the last time he had been in this room, the last time it had seemed this big. His parents had died.
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