Snippet #855189

Stephen would have awoken that morning in immense pain, but he wasn't able to get to sleep the night before. Instead, he had been lying in his bed praying, hoping for the suffering to end. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling when the sun started to rise, watching the light grow to cover more and more of his room. Finally, Stephen decided that he was tired of waiting for the day to start and slid out of bed.

There was another positive point to getting out of bed early, he could avoid his parents. It wasn't that he was mad at them or anything, but he was tired of dealing with people in general lately. Stephen took a quick cold shower, the cold being one of the few things that generally numbed the pain. He slipped on some clothes and while he was getting ready to leave, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Those eyes. What is happening? Stephen had noticed that ever since he had been attacked, whenever he looked in a mirror, his eyes would be swirling with blackness. No one else seemed to notice it, so he just attributed it to the fact that he must be going crazy. However, lately it seemed to be getting worse.

Stephen sneaked down the stairs and out the door, making sure not to wake up the rest of his family. There were not many people out yet, for which he was very grateful. The sun was still fairly low in the sky, but it would not be long before it was beating down on the city. Stephen started heading down the street towards the Library, the one place that he had been able to find some sort of sanctuary since the incident.

Suddenly, Stephen felt a terrible pain in his chest. Not now, not here. Not with any people around. He tried to walk back to his house and get out of the prying eyes of the city, but it was no use. The pain drove him to his knees as he clutched his chest, hoping for any sort of reprieve from the pain. Stephen looked hopefully at the front door of hi home before he blacked out and collapsed onto the street.