Henry's POV
|"You will have to learn this eventually to save a life one day."
It was on the very few days I went to school, though I was just as high as when at home.
The drugs I loved to take weren't the ones giving me crazy hallucinations, but just this... artificial peace.
Not 'artificial' because it came from foreign substances, but because it was something that couldn't possibly come voluntarily from my body.
Peace was never something I could feel by myself. |
||So when Kenny touched the corpse of my sister, when his heart stopped and his lifeless body fell, I knew what to do.||
|"First lay the person on a flat, hard ground," the teacher said, demonstrating it with a dummy.|
||In the morgue, not wanting it to end so soon, not wanting to win the game without effort, and not wanting him to not suffer, I remembered.||
I placed him on the grass, ignoring the small fire licking at the remains of the plane wreck that had shattered on impact.
