(Disclaimer: This chapter contains slight gore and disturbing scenarios. I've tried not to be too descriptive in order to make it less upsetting.)
When I reopened my eyes, the room was so blurry I could barely make out my surroundings. I forced myself to sit up.
I was still disoriented. I looked around the room trying to get my bearings. Only one of my eyes seemed to be working.
My good eye connected with a small limp body resting on the ground.
I could hear my baby brother crying from the bedroom, but no sound came from my other brother.
I crawled over to him as I couldn't get myself to stand. My legs were too limp to even hold myself.
The sharp metallic smell of iron permeated my nose.
My hands shook as I reached out to him.
He's still alive.
I sighed in relief. But my heart quickened when I saw the state he was in.
I clenched my jaw. He needs a hospital. In a panic, I looked around the room. Noticing my mother wasn't there, I knew I had to do something drastic.
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