THERE WAS SOMETHING heavy on my chest.
That was the first thing that I felt as I came around. I fought the darkness because it was getting depressing to be there. I thought I wouldn’t have to feel anything anymore, but as time went on, the quietness became loud and my deaf ears rang through the echo of the shadows. I kept hearing someone calling my name, urgently, gently, and desperately, so it wasn’t exactly peaceful.
As I pulled myself from the darkness, it was the heaviness that stood out the most. Something was pressing down on me. What was it?
When I forced my eyes to open, a series of coughs hit me. I fell into a fit of hysterical gasps. Not wanting to die because of choking on air, I quickly crouched, pressing my hands to my chest, breathing in as much air as I could. It was hard
