Trade
Darkness. No memory of anything besides it. My eyes are shut together, and it takes every muscle in my body to make one slightly open. I’m lying on a cold metal floor, with more bodies lying around me. Is this what death is? But no, I could feel myself. I could feel some forms of life. A blonde boy beside me, an elderly woman above me. And dark menacing voices all around, with my heart beating in every part of my body.
