Nothings making sense at first. I'm laying on something, hard. My whole body hurts, and I'm sure my hip is out. I can't take anything more than short, shallow breaths, and they hurt like a b***h. I hope I haven't punctured a lung. But how did I get like this?
There's so much growling all around me that I can feel the earth beneath me shake and quiver.
“Faith, get up! Get up now!” in struggle at first, but I manage to open my eyes; a few moments later, the fuzzy, colourful blobs settle and come to settle.
My father is kneeling over me, and his hand is tapping my face. He stops when he sees me looking up at him. Relief washes over him.
“We need to get you out of here.” he slips his arms under my armpits and starts to lift. I can't walk because of my leg, so he has to do all the heavy lif
