Theodore’s POV“Theodore. Theodore!” I heard whispers of my name repeatedly, but I couldn’t even move to check who it was. And the next moment, I heard the soft rattling of the key inside the lock. I sighed, knowing who it was already. “What do you want? Can’t you just leave me alone? You’ve already gotten to what you wanted, so just go and leave me alone?”I whispered, not in the mood to even speak to her. “Theodore!” The voice sounded again, this time closer, rougher, and deeper. Nothing like the mother’s voice that I knew.But I still didn’t move from where I lay on the cold hard ground.“Theodore, get up, it's me. Caleb. It’s me, man.”I froze, unsure of what I was hearing.Actually, I was sure. Sure that I was going crazy gradually and hearing the sound of ghosts.Then, a moment later, I felt a hand shaking me. “Theodore, look at me, it's Caleb. Get up.”Now I was certain. I wasn’t hearing voices.It wasn’t a ghost but a human. Not just any human, but Caleb, a friend. A broth
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