Chapter 1:- 1
“No! No…!” The sound of my own voice startled me awake. The first sensation I registered in the dark was the cling of my dampened blankets. I was gasping and sweaty.
Someone was touching me, shaking my shoulders. Jervaan. I opened my eyes to see that he was leaning over me, trying to shake me out of it.
“It’s been hard for you,” he murmurs now, massaging my fingers in his to bring them back from their spasmodic pigment blasts. By saying ‘it’s been hard for you,’ he’s referring to my recovery.
This is a story that has a lot of beginnings, which I’ll try to cover as I begin relaying this adventure to you. The first beginning was actually a false beginning: high school. Specifically, I was a loser on middle school. I had only one friend; an imaginary boyfriend and I just didn’t fit in with the other kids. I was a plain kid, self-conscious late-bloomer and I was without boyfriend—though I had an amazingly huge crush on a neighbor. The short and the long of it all was simply that I couldn’t wait for high school—that spectacular time of your education where you become who you will be for the rest of your life.