Beau
Pain.
All over.
I can't count how many times I have shifted. I count how many times I have broken my bones and healed. I am weak. Do I deserve all this pain for a mistake I made out of pride?
He is my father, why would he cause me this much pain. The shackles are still around my wrists and ankles. I have been hallucinating. All the blood, all the death.
If this is some kind of lesson; it is working.
I am exhausted.
''Wake up'' I try to open my eyes to the voice that is calling me. I am too weak to even open my eyes. ''Beau, open your eyes. I am so sorry'' I don't recognize the voice. I don't know who it is but it is the most peaceful sound I have ever heard. I feel contact and hands are on me ''How do I get these off" the voice is scared. I try to open my eyes; I want to see who it is.
''Shit'' I hear the chains. I feel the pressure off my wrists. I don't know what is happening. Who is helping me, is this a dream?
Open your eyes, Beau.
