It sounded like the slow drip of a faucet, far away. Jeremy tried to open his eyes, but his
lids were stuck together. The pain was overwhelming. He couldn‟t move his arms and didn‟t
think about trying to move his legs. He was cold and he sensed dampness. He wondered what the
smell was; it reminded him of the aquarium he had as a kid when he hadn‟t kept it clean.
He finally opened his left eye, but still could not see anything. He let out a mournfulsound as he squirmed; something was holding him in place. His moan echoed.
He couldn‟t remember where he was or where he had been. He heard a car approaching
slowly, and thought it odd that he could hear the sound of a tire crackling on the road surfacemore than the engine. Reflexively, he moaned again, and t
hen thought maybe he shouldn‟t have
done that. Maybe it would be better if no one found him, wherever he was.
“Hey!” he heard a male call out.“Hey, are you ok? Call 911,” he heard from another voice; a female.
Someone was touching his legs, tugging on his feet.He tried to scream, but it was barely audible. He tried to kick with his feet, but theyhardly moved.
“He‟s able to move his feet,” he heard the male say.
“Let‟s get him out of there,” the female replied. “Careful, but we have to pull him out.”
“Hey, we‟re going to pull you out,” the male said, a little louder.