There are two lives, we live. First, the one we want to run from. And the second, we always dream of, with our eyes open. But that night, I lived a third life. A life of darkness. Where I could feel myself but at the same time I didn't knew what was happening to me.
The pain my body was enduring made me realise, death wasn't the one that was embracing me. They were the cruel arms of life, that often mocked at me. But never did I saw darkness with so much of proximity, until that night. It was one of the most horrible nights, I had experienced.
"That's it, Miss Wilson, you're doing great. We know, you're awake. Please try to open your eyes." An unfamiliar voice instructed me and I almost jolted up at the voice.
Where was I?
"Just like that, Miss Wilson." The unfamiliar voice again e
