Literature
Past, Present, Future
A/N: Oh the cheese! Dies- OTL
"Hey
."
The young man's head pounded at the obnoxious voice and he pulled the blankets in the bed farther up to help block out the sound.
"Hey, kid, wake up!"
The child didn't want to comply. He ached everywhere and he had an odd feeling of detachment from the world as if he wasn't really there. In the morning sunlight, clear even under the heavy duvet, he glanced at his hands. They were there, visible, solid, and yet he felt like a ghost.
He let out an indignant cry when the covers were pulled from him and the hands he'd been examining went to cover his eyes, blocking the now blinding sunlight w