CHAPTER 70- LAST DAY

LIAM

I drank a massive gulp of the drink that was forced to my throat and I coughed out, feeling an overwhelming kind of relief enveloping me. It was like a drink of cold water compared to what I had been subjected to while I was knocked out cold. It felt like I was in a mental prison, jailed and held against my will.

It was the most painful thing I have ever gone through and now that I was feeling slightly better, I had never appreciated my life and well being in my life. I felt energetic, even. Like my old self. I didn’t know where I had lost my consciousness and drifted into that land that was full of despair but when I opened my eyes, I was by a lake.

It took me a while to gather my mind and recall the lake as the one my brothers and I used to play in all of the time. One day, we stopped coming and we stopped talking about it. It just happened and we never looked back. I felt my mind picking up all of the places that had gotten lost in my memory, recognizing them once again like