I awoke cold, shivering to the bone in this drafty room. The morning light was beaming through holes and cuts in the old roll up blinds that didn’t much serve their purpose. The bed was a small twin size bed with dirty sheets and a hole covered wool blanket. The walls in this room were plaster with scattered holes and remnants of old wall paper scattered throughout. This was an unfamiliar place to say the least, and it smelled of mothballs and mold. My head was pounding, but feeling around I didn’t feel any lumps or feel any blood. I could hear sirens off in the distance and hear the occasional passing car.
I rose out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of ratty boxers and a dirtied a-shirt, with what looked like blood stains on it. I sat at the edge of the…
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