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A cold and almost wet mist entered my lungs, and my hand fell away from the safety belt as I looked around in confusion. After a few seconds, my frown eased and I adopted the same stance as the other unconscious people in the car.
I knew it was a bad idea the moment I had my cold phone pressed against my warm skin, my cheek still red from the literal abusive man that, in the end, gave me a lot of money. And my delusional mind took it as an apology.
My back was resting against leather seats merely out of curiosity, and of course, I was desperate in a way.
I can dizzily feel how hands grab my body, how light but cold touches prodded against my skin before a warm cloth covered me. Little by little, my senses came back to me, making me acknowledge my bright eyelids, telling me that a bright light waits to be seen.
My ears listen to classical music, and it briefly made me think if I was at home and I was just knocked out on my small couch, since I listen to this type of music quite often.
I slung my arm over my eyes before I began to slowly open them, making me adjust to the light slowly. Though, a bed above me protected me mostly from it.
Slowly looking around, my first thought was to search for a quiet corner to isolate myself in, and how my mentality will survive by spending more time than needed with all these people.
They are at least three hundred people! I whined inside my mind, looking with wide blue eyes along all these black beds stacked upon at least 5 more beds. Human after human descend the stairs and collect to the main ground, and I guessed to just follow along and look around.
But there's not really much to look at.
The longer I look around, the faster I noticed the screen above the seemingly entrance, and my heart literally stopped beating at the number.
456.
456 people? I will die!
If I had knew the brutal truth behind my words, I most likely wouldn't have said it. My ears grew sensitive by all the chatter, especially once I noticed a fight brewing around the circle that the green uniformed humans shaped.
My eyes zoom in on it, seeing a fairly build man fighting around with a beautiful woman. My eyes grew wide once the man attacks her physically, and my muscles turned to stone.
As I was a child, I attended self-defense classes for a long time, until my parents had just enough money to afford some food. I know how to protect myself and others, yet everything I knew flew out the window when I needed it desperately.
My emotions overwhelm me, and I never handled loud fights well. It triggers some unhealed trauma, and my first instinct was to pull myself out of this situation, yet nowhere where I looked was something that was capable to hide me.
