[ CW ] Either begin or end your story with `` In my pocket , there was a toothbrush and a human eyeball . ''

I sat up, wincing in pain as I realized that my entire body was sunburned almost to the point of blistering. My gold tooth was gone, and I had a scar where my kidney was, or at least used to be. I had no shirt and was only wearing a pair of sweat pants. I looked up, squinting in the desert sun. There was a dirt road, perfectly straight with no sign of an end in either direction. Deciding that there was no better option, I picked a direction and started walking, though it could hardly be called walking. As soon as I took my first step I collapsed. My foot had swollen to twice its normal size and looked broken. I stood back up and carefully hobbled to wherever the road was leading. After what seemed like hours, I heard the sound of a truck coming from behind. The driver stopped beside me, rolled down the window and said something in a language I could n't understand. I could barely whisper `` Help...'' before I collapsed and fell unconscious. I woke up in a bed surrounded by four men I did n't recognize. I jumped out of the bed, somehow managing to run to what I assumed was the restroom. Before I was able to give myself a long-awaited relief, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and froze. My eyes were two different colors, green and brown. I was born with blue eyes. My jaw dropped, and I saw that less than half my teeth were still in my mouth. The dehydration and confusion must have made me too delirious to notice before, but now I could clearly see and feel the bloody holes where my teeth once were. I limped back to the bed, hoping to be able to go back to bed and wake up from this nightmare. As I came out of the bathroom, I remembered that there were still men in the room that probably were the ones that saved my life. I reached into my pocket, hoping to find some cash to repay them is some way. My hand shot out of my pocket, throwing its bloody contents onto the floor in front of the truck driver. To the chorus of four men shouting what must have amounted to `` What the fuck?!'' in their language, I fell to the floor and sobbed, suddenly remembering the events that led to me being here, crippled, alone, and afraid. In my pocket, there was a toothbrush and a human eyeball. 
 
 This was my first time writing here so it's probably really, really bad compared to everything else here. If it sounds choppy or scatterbrained, it was halfway intentional since my character was severely dehydrated and panicked. I really liked the prompt though and thought I should give it a shot. Any criticism is welcome, I would really like to be able to improve.: )
