Bryan
‘Page are you okay?’
Everywhere hurts. And I want to throw up.
It takes a while for my eyelids to even open, so the wind blowing is all I feel besides the pain I am in. I am greeted by silence and for a split second, I think I have gone deaf, but I can hear the rustling of the surrounding grass.
“Page,” I call out weakly.
Slowly my eyes pry open. I grind my teeth in an effort to hold in the ache. My chest hurts so much that I can barely breathe. I lay there in the tall grass, in the afternoon sun, not in a rush to move because I didn’t know the extent of my injuries. The smell of my blood causes my head to swoon, but I try my best to stay conscious despite this.
The pain increases and multiplies in about two seconds flat, blasting me in all directions and I process th
