We lie around for a while, not doing much of anything really, when I finally pick the cards up, pop open the package, and look up at Carson expectantly.

"C'mon, we don't have anything better to do." I mumble. Grumbling profanities under his breath, he stands and walks to where I am by the table, dragging the chair across the flooring, causing a horrid screech throughout the entire room.

I glare and begin shuffling the cards.

"Wanna play 52 card pick-up?" Confused, he looks at me. "It's super easy, I'll teach you!"

He nods slowly, looking toward me expectantly. "Okay, so first, we have to take the jokers out, because you know, there's fifty-four cards with those in there" I glance at him to see if he's understanding me. "Once we've done that," pausing to take the two joker cards out of the deck and set them next to me with one hand, while the other hand, my right one, gathers all the cards into a pile. "then we get all the cards into a pile and-" I fling them all onto the ground. "pick em up!" I shout, laughing.

He rolls his eyes, grumbles rude words at me, and bends down to pick them up.

I follow behind him, leaning forward, no sooner do I do that my body shoots back up in pain, feeling like fire was running all throughout my system.

I screech out, falling down onto the freezing flooring that would generally feel awful, but is proving to be quite nice at the moment.

Curling up into a ball, I've gained Carson's attention, as he stumbles over to me, dropping the cards he had picked up on the way.

"Cassie? Cassie!" He tries flipping me onto my back, causing more pain to sear through me. Sobbing harder, he brings me close to him, my head resting in his lap.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww" I draw out.

He looks around the room for a second, his gaze stopping on the camera in one of the corners.

"What did you do to her?! Make it stop!!" He screams at it.

All that happens is worse pain -if that's even possible- goes all throughout me.

What happens next shocks me the most. It was like something from the suicide squad.

Flames start shooting out of my fingers and toes.

Carson quickly backs away from me, shock clear on his face as well.

This lasts for about five minutes, though it feels like hours. The blanket on the beds catch fire, the cards, even my shirt.

Finally, it stops, and my body goes limp, feeling like someone had burned my insides. I just lie there shocked, wondering what the heck made me do that.

The food?

The water?

"Ugghhh" I groan out, slipping out of conciseness.

***

"Momma, can I have some more popcorn? Pleeeeeaaaaaassse?" The little girl questions her mother. A boy next to her, either cousin or brother -they look quite similar- tugs on her arm, trying to take the child out of the kitchen where her mother makes dinner.

The woman sighs and caves in, handing her child the bowl of popcorn. "Share with your brother, Cassie" She tells her.

Pouting, the little girl stumbles off with her brother still tugging on her arm. They reach the couch and sit down atop of it, watching Tom and Jerry, giggling when the cat would be out-smarted.

"Jorge?" The child beams at her brother.

"Yeah?"

"When's daddy coming home? Do you know?"

"Dunno" he shrugs in this childish way "momma won't tell me. But hey! Maybe he'll be back to see the twins be born! I'm so glad momma's having a boy and girl!" He brightly squeals.

The scene around me changes, I'm now in a hospital room, watching a C-section be done.

The woman before- the mother, is sobbing, and I'm confused because you can't usually feel it.

"We're very sorry ma'am, but only one of the children have made it."

She cries harder, nodding into her hands that cover her face. "Wh-which one" she sobs brokenly.

"The girl is as heathy as she can be" The man tries comforting.

I remember this. It was the day my little sister was born.

It was also the day my father was killed fighting for our country and my little brother died during birth.

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