How things change

How things change

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I woke up in a freezing silent room. The first thing I noticed was my killer headache. I don't move, petrified, trying to remember why I'm here. Suddenly, I hear footsteps and whispers. They are coming closer; I act asleep. "Questa è lei?" "Sì, lei ha combattuto." I can't understand anything they are saying. I don't even know what language they are speaking. I start to think how I'm going to escape this, where even am I? My thoughts are interrupted as a sharp pain shoots through my side. Suddenly the voices die back down and fade into blackness.
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