16

I wake up cold, my lungs burning. I cough. It feels like my head is splitting open. My bed feels way too hard and cold, my whole body hurting. I grunt and open my eyes. Where am I? Why am I outside? I grab my phone. 28 missed calls, 320 messages.

I try to look around without moving too much, feeling like my head will explode. I am in front of a door. A familiar door. I try to think of whose door it is, but my head won't grant me any access to my memories; instead, it just starts hurting even more.

I hear faint screaming in the back, a door slamming. 'You fucking LOST him?!' the voice says. The front door opens. Someone runs out of the house, or at least tries. I feel a kick and hear the sound of someone falling down the steps. 'What the fuck?! Ari?' the voice comes closer.

I grunt again, not wanting to open my eyes, nor think. That kick doesn't make anything better. I grab my side, trying to find comfort in the stone cold floor.