8 Ism going to Scream and Shou (1/2)

”AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Raam roared his voice hoarse. He stayed like this for a long while before he started coughing and was forced to stop.

”I hate Mondays!” He threw himself back in bed and tucked himself back in his blankets. He was moments from drifting back to sleep when his phone started ringing.

”I don't hear it.” It was ringing and after repeating three times it stopped. Raam released a sigh and went back to the comfort of darkness.

Then the ringing attacked again, he rolled himself over eyes still shut and shouted into the phone, ”Damn it! Miciah can't you just let me sleep!”

”Morning to you too!” She was laughing with fake anger.

”What do you want?”

”You have class in two hours, get up and moving!”

”I still got two hours.”

”How long does it take to get to school?”

”No time.”

”Oh really, how?”

”Teleportation.”

”Teach me sometime! For now, get up and ready for school!” Raam groaned into his phone before closing down and rolling onto the floor. This was followed by another groan but he had yet to stand himself up.

He hadn't slept in his own bed but the couch in the living room. Without his shirt, it was easy to tell what he meant by being scarred. All over his chest and upper arms were discolored spots that were constant reminders of his pain. Each one was a blister and with how his chest was covered in these the pain can only be imagined.