SABRINA SANTIAGO
The tickling sound of raindrops on the roofing wasn't sorting. My body felt literally on fire, I could feel my tears trail burning down my cheeks. My inner body and back burned and my chest ached from the pain and fear of being tortured again.
My eyelids felt heavy and my head was like a musical drum that was being hit aggressively. I shouldn't have been sleeping, they were going to torture me again.
I used all my strength. I had to sit upright. I clutched my body together. The first footsteps I heard scared the living daylight out of me. I looked over my shoulder but there was no one, it was just my imagination. The touch of warmth in my hand confused me.
This was a bed that felt warm. How is there a bed here? The cracking noise of the door made me stagger b
