A/N: This chapter is dedicated to God'sgirlforever, who brilliantly came up with the idea for this chapter.
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Isaac was running. He was moving fast through a green stretch of wood, and the birds were singing to him from the branches above. He chased his younger brother while his parents laughed, relishing the feel of happiness in the springtime sunlight. He felt as if he could run forever and never stop, and such a freedom caused euphoria like nothing else he had ever known. He pumped his arms faster, stretched his legs longer and reached out to grab his brother—
Isaac bolted upright in his bunk. He was fifteen, not nine. His family was dead. He glanced at the crutch beside his bed and sighed. It was time to start another day.