As I awakened, the red blur became clearer. It was the key to my escape. Although my body ached and felt a thousand times heavier, my mind was alive and racing against all odds. Get up, I told myself. “You have to go,” another voice spoke up. I lay on the hard, cold, stone floor almost lifeless. My breathing was shallow and my limbs were numb. The only obvious signs of life were the small grunts that could be heard barely leaving my lips and my eyes darting back and forth as I searched the hall for an aid to my salvation.
The sound of heavy boots against stone slabs were heard in the distance. I needed to move immediately but the weight of the drugs held me down firmly against the ground.
They were getting closer.
A panicked gurgle escaped my already dry lips and meekly fell onto deaf ears. “Get up,” came another voice much clearer than the one before. I stared into the distance, as far ahead as I could, but there was nothing there.
The sound was getting closer. Panic overrode my body as I struggled to move my limbs in an attempt to escape my impending capture. I could now feel the vibrations through the floor as heavy boots pounded the pavement. I let out a small shriek as I became overwhelmed by the fear of being captured. That was a fatal mistake.
The beep of a machine was the first thing I heard as I awoke. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the bright white light overhead. Where was I? My arms were strapped to what I assumed was a bed, and so were my feet. Wait…my feet, they felt odd. I lifted my head as far as the restrictions would allow. What was that? Those are not my feet! I tried to scream but only silence followed. Tears streamed down my dirty, bruised face as my head slumped back against the uncomfortable table-like bed. “Don’t bother moving,” came an unknown voice out of the shadows.
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