Literature
On Deaf Ears: Bobkey: Chapter 7
I run to an area that seems familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Where am I? My eyes dart about and I sigh, wishing that my concussion would just go away. I know that I passed my school a street ago, but that doesn't tell me why I feel like I know where I'm going. Regardless of not knowing where I am, I still run as though I'm trying to out run everything I just said. My tears have dried already, leaving my eyes red and puffy. The sky has darkened and let loose cold rain. I shiver and stop running, opting to walk. Given the fact that I haven't a clue where I am, I stop when