Mute.

Chapter: 33.

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Steven had just woken up to the blinding lights that seem to pierce his very soul, he felt weak and tired.

What had happened to me? He wondered, his vision blurry, memory fleeting. He couldn't remember a thing. With much struggle, he sat up and looked around him. Well, wherever he was is most certainly not his bedroom. Steven looked down at his clothing and discovered they were that of a hospital gown.

What the fuck! He mentally yelled. Where the heck is David? His heart was throbbing in his chest. Panic getting ahold of him. Steven wanted to call out for help, but his voice came out like that of a broken record. He couldn't hear his own voice.

God, what is going on? He could feel his eyes going misty. He was going to cry. He didn't know why he was filled with agony. The feeling of loss was too profound that his head couldn't understand it. Somehow he felt like a newborn like he's never seen the word before. He seems not to have a memory of where he was and what ha