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Much to Stephen's surprise, he woke up rather frazzled.
Rubbing his eyes, he realized that he apparently slept at the floor of the abandoned shack. This of course caused him to feel rather confused as he could've sworn he slept somewhere comfortable, not the dusty old floors of this place.
It took him sometime to adjust to reality. After which, he sighed and said:
"I knew it. I was in fact, dreaming."
Saying this left a bitter taste on Stephen's mouth but there's nothing he could do anyway. Still, nobody could blame him for feeling rather upset and disappointed about it.
Just as he thought that maybe something good could happen to him. Just as he thought that maybe, life wasn't so bad after all, fate was here to tell him that he was just being delusional.
It's so cruel. Yet what could a 14 year old boy do about it? What could he possibly do about it?
