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A light fills the tunnel.

Someone is screaming.

It hurts. I don’t want this. I wanna go back to before. Go home.

My leg burns.

I don’t know where I am. What happened. It’s so dark, and it hurts so fucking bad, and I don’t know what—

Bang.

Bang.

The car is caving in, crushing me, and I yell for help, but nobody can hear me. I’m covered in blood, and I’m going to die together with them, but I’m still alive.

The banging grows louder.

“Jarett, goddammit, open the fucking door!” Bang. “Open up, you dipshit.”

Another bang.

Oh fuck me. The door.

“Just a sec.” I roll off the sofa with a groan, rubbing at my face. “Gimme a goddamn minute.”

But Seb doesn’t stop until I drag myself to my feet and stagger to the door to let him in.

“Took you long enough.” He shoves me aside and lurches inside, not any steadier on his feet than I am. “Thought you could leave me outside, huh? Thought I’d let you?”

“Oh shut up.” I bang the door shut, then regret it when the pain in my head spikes. “I was asleep. You woke me up. Where’s your fucking key?”

“Lost it.”

“The hell you did.”

“Can’t remember where I left it.”

“You serious right now? You lost the key?” Headache or not, my voice is rising, like my temper. “Christ.”

“Stop yelling.” He drops down on the sofa where I was asleep a moment ago and rubs his hands over his face. “I’m not feeling that well.”

“No shit.”

He looks up, eyes bloodshot, sweat running down his face. A shiver goes through him.

Yeah, he looks like roadkill. As much fun as the high has to be, the lows don’t make it seem worth the trouble.

And as much as he pisses the hell out of me, he’s my brother.

“Get into bed. I’ll make you coffee.”

His mouth twists into a sort of smile. “Thanks, Jarett.”

“Yeah. And tomorrow you’ll tell me you don’t need a fucking babysitter, and to fuck off. Jesus.” I rub at my eyes, the images from the dream haunting me. The screams, the smells, the blood. My knee hurts lik

e hell when I turn to go to the kitchen, and I don’t know if it’s phantom pain from the dream, or if I fucked it up again. “Why the fuck am I doing this? Wait, don’t answer.”

“Jarett. Look, I… I’m sorry I woke you up. And that I lost my key.”

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