Michael
Pain surrounds my body creating a tingling sensation to wrap around my chest and flow down to my legs. What was once numb is now ignoting with a fire burning all around me.
My eyes slowly open and scan the room I am in. It's bleached white walls and disinfectant smell alert me to know I am in a room inside a hospital.
Doing a check in my head, I observe where the pain is radiating from and flinch when my movement creates a spark of agony in my abdomen.
Shot.
I was shot.
Whitney!
Grunting in pain, I attempt to sit up but fall back down cringing at how much torture my body is in. Looking around the room, I survey my surroundings once again and watch as my gaze falls on the sleeping form of my mother. Her body is bent over a small metal chair, leaving the top half of her body o
