ack into the house. Every movement was excruciating. My legs were numb and

atching cartoons. He looked up at

he asked, his small voi

elt more like a grimace. "

y body refusing to cooperat

over and poked my shoulde

rds slurring. "There's... there

e filled a pot with water and managed to turn on the burner. I knew

Ryan," I ma

x of pasta on a high shelf. That's when it hap

pot. The boiling water cascaded down

d through the house. It was

eless legs across the floor. It felt like moving through wet cement. Ryan

could barely function. "It's okay, Ryan, it

rs fumbling with the screen. I managed to

nts wer

d water, at me on the floor beside him. He

" she screamed, h

she grabbed my hair and slammed my head

spittle hitting my face. "You hu

t the edges. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was m