CHAPTER 117 Isaiah

  I groaned as I covered my eyes from the lights. They were colorful and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. The bed I was lying on was rough and wasn’t doing me any favors. Then I realized I wasn’t in a bed but instead a bush. I was outside. I slowly sat up, pulling twigs and leaves out of my hair.

  My vision was a bit blurred from the raging headache but at least I could tell I was still in my pack. I looked up at the lights and realized they were the Christmas lights I put up there last year. Looking at the position of the sun on the horizon, I could tell it was the evening and it was going to be dark soon.

  Someone tried to link me but I ignored it. I wasn’t in the mood of talking or seeing anyone. I just wanted to wallow in my self-pity alone. Thoughts of that day swirled in my head as I tried to get to my feet. From holding my dying father in my arms to being rejected by someone I loved.