The-Firewind-OCT

(Dawn)I only hazily remember screaming and batting a hand away from my shoulder. I didn't understand why I was lying down in a strange room, why there was a strange person looming over me, or why there was so much red in my line of sight. I threw a few punches with my right arm and when he fended them off easily, I socked him as hard as I could with my left and sent him away, clutching his jaw, howling in pain. Dawn! Bat with your left arm this time! Why? Just do it! I step up to the plate, clutching the bat. The pitcher watches me, knowing that I am weak and that I hate baseball and that I want to go home. I am not sure why, but I listen ...