Chapter 4

Jared moaned in pain, not wanting to wake up as the sun outside filtered into the bedroom he was laid in, softly caressing his face.

Shifting, he turned his face into his pillow, moaning in sleep, and shot up in bed as his side protested, and pain stung his sides like needles. 

Feeling around his premises, he groped around for his glasses and sighed when his hands touched them. The familiar feel of the metal was a calming d*** on his frayed nerves.

He looked around him, noting the pale curtains and disorganized bedside table. It was an eye sore that brought immense relief and delight to his heart. He rubbed at his eyes as they watered, tears pleading to be let out.

It was his room. He was in his room. He had escaped from whatever it was and hadn't become another tally in the corpse count.

He hadn't become Alan.

Thank goodness I made it home, he sighed to himself, happiness suffusing him and eradicating for a while the pain he felt in his bone