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I sense the flow of time standing still in the cramped up closet which seems to be cutting me off from oxygen as my lungs were dying to get any air in.
The constant thumping of my heart serves as a grim reminder of the fear that engulfs me. The darkness looming around, seems poised to consume me.
Eat me alive.
My mind is flooded with countless questions as tears stream down my face. I rub my eyes with the palm of my hands hoping to ease the burning discomfort ,but I ultimately give in to tears and begin crying helplessly into my hands.
My heartbeats keep mimicing the sound of gunshots.
Why can't it stop?
I feel as though my mind is mocking me, with my hands trembling and sweat drenching my entire body.
It continues to bring back the memory of the trecherous screams that echoed through the area, the piercing sounds of bullets cutting through the air which only amplified those dreadful and awful cries.
Who were these people?
What are they here for?
What have I done to them?
I'm overwhelmed with innumerable and unanswered questions making my body twist from within.
I pull my knees close upto my chest wrapping both of my arms around them, rocking my body back and forth in a feeble attempt to ease the tremors coursing through my body but only failing miserably.
I can't stay cooped up in here forever.
I don't know what's the worse that could happen now but it definitely isn't going to get any better if I stay in here. I know mom is out there.
She needs me.
I can't leave her by herself, my mother needs me.
I need to save her.
I try not to pay attention to the memory of the gunshot that followed as soon as my mother left me locked up in here. My mind tries to blind me with horrible visions as I try to gather myself up.
