Two years passed in darkness. To the outside world, Martin was gone. But around the age of 14, something terrified happened. Martin woke up.
His mind clicked back on. He was fully conscious. He knew who he was. He knew where he was. But when he tried to scream “Mom, I’m here!”, his lips didn’t move. He tried to lift a finger, but his body felt like it was encased in concrete.
He was a prisoner. He was trapped inside a useless shell, forced to watch the seasons change through the window, fully aware that everyone around him thought he was brain-dead.
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