THE MURMUR OF THE TELEVISION BROKE THROUGH SARIEL’S CONSCIOUSNESS, DRAWING HIM BACK TO ALERTNESS.
He peeled open an eye, groaning as he sat up. He felt the ever-present ache in his spine as he let his feet brush against the rug in the living room.
The clock on the microwave told him it was almost midnight. Lazily, Sariel let his eyes fall on his phone, but the only notification he had was a reminder to take his medication. Alzar hadn't texted him.
Sariel stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing an amber bottle and pouring a small capsule into his hand. He swallowed it, and then moved to slip on a pair of flip-flops.
A glimmer of glass caught his eye. He smiled at the picture frame on the coffee table. A photo of a much younger, smiling Alzar and Sariel gazed back at him.
Sariel lingered near the frame, a mixture of solemn and pleased. That had been almost ten years ago, before his health had nosedived. His eyes had been so bright. What had happened?
Shaking his head, Sariel forced himself to be in the present. He didn’t have time to reminisce. Alzar was probably waiting on him already.
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World Eater
Horror**1ST PLACE FEATURED IN HORROR 8-31** Alzar's mind wasn't the only thing that was falling apart. ---- After an emotional outburst lands him in the principal's office, Alzar Lorne forced into a series of in-depth sessions with the school's new counse...
