The bitter metallic taste in my lips wakes me up, when I open my eyes I can't see anything, I don't listen, I don't feel, I can't speak, everything remains blank . Terrified, the hurricane of memories returns to my head, causing a heartrending scream to be heard in the open space. I wish to cover my ears when the screech from beyond the grave create an unbearable buzz, but my hands close tightly, softening the ardor of the sinister that ended everything.
The whiteness disappears, and I contemplate, losing all hope in my soul, the gray cloud of irregular shape shifting the sky that until a few minutes ago, used to be blue.
