My lungs screamed for air, my heart beating like a ticking time clock. Bum-bum. Bum-bum. Your dead. My head was becoming clounded, my body becoming waeker and weaker. My hands, which were flailing around, looking for a way out, started to droop at my sides, my fingers outstretched. My heart beat became louder and louder. I could feel the blackness of my fate apporaching. Bum-bum. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I was too weak, a feeling of being scared washing over me. My vision fluttered, my eyes closing. I wanted death to come sooner, to get out of this slow, endless torture. My lungs running out of air, my eyes shut for good.
