Awaiting Attack
The first thing I noticed was the sound of air. It was an odd thing to notice, but I could not concentrate on much else. My skull felt like it would crack open and spew all its contents at any moment. The insistent beeping far away, reminded me that I was alive. My lips felt chapped, and there was a huge pressure on my chest that was slowly suffocating me.
For a second, I wondered why I was alive. In the next, I grieved the loss of certainty in life. I prayed inconsolably to be given the power to cry, or at least lash out in anger at the injustice of being kept alive when all I wanted to do was punish him and myself for the mistakes that we had made.
I had no idea where I was, or how I had ended up there in the first place.
There had been no hope of anyone finding me. They had made it clear that my tracker had been deactivated.
I choked on the air that forced its way inside my lungs. I tried to cough, but the gusts strangled me.