Where the hell am I? He wondered. This is too painful to be a dream...2
"Stop it!" Cayde shouted, barely audible against the voices around him. "Please," he begged, unable to even hear himself. Still, the screams continued mercilessly and he felt that his skull might crack from the pain. 4
The voices stopped suddenly and a loud buzzing sound erupted. Everything began to shake and the dark void in which Cayde was in was about to be torn apart. He shut his eyes tightly and let out a loud, gut wrenching scream. The rumbling ended and Cayde opened his eyes tentatively and found himself staring up at the cracked white ceiling of his bedroom. Letting out a sigh of relief, he slammed his hand down on the snooze button of his ringing alarm clock.5
Cayde lay there for a moment and heard his foster parents' footsteps pounding on the old wooden stairs and down the hall to his bedroom door, swinging it open and running inside worriedly. 6
"What happened?" Lauren, his foster mother asked breathlessly, a concerned expression on her kind face. "We heard you scream a moment ago; was it another nightmare?" He nodded, embarrassed that his screams had been heard. His head was still pounding but he tried to ignore the pain for a moment.7
"Are you sure, honey? You look a bit pale," Lauren said, feeling his forehead.9
"Maybe you should stay home today," his foster father, Mark suggested.10
"I'm fine," he argued. "Look, I just need a moment to get dressed and then I'll be downstairs for breakfast, okay?" 11
"Well, alright,” Lauren said, though looking doubtful. Finally they turned and left, closing the door behind them. Cayde sighed, exasperated. He knew they cared about him, but he hated it when they treated him like a small child. Still, it was nice how they treated him like their own son. 12
As he stood up, the room spun uncontrollably, nearly making him fall back onto the bed. His stomach retched, trying to dispose of the contents in his body. With one hand over his mouth and the other trying to keep him steady, he hurried to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, vomiting until there was nothing left. Sitting back, he leaned his head against the bathtub, waiting for the pain to subside. 13
"Cayde, are you sure you're alright?" Lauren called from downstairs.14
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