"Hey!" A voice calls from very far away.
"Hey!" The voice calls again and this time it sounds closer.
I try to respond but find out I can't. I know I shouldn't just give up like that, but it's damn hard not to. I'm tired and exhausted and just at the brink of totally losing consciousness, the janitor's closet is pulled open and air comes rushing into my lungs.
I breathe in very fast as though if I pause for a moment, the air will be taken away from me.
I feel someone's arms on me, the person pulls me out of the closet and towards a room at the edge of the brightly lit hallway which seems to be affecting my eyes.
The person softly pushes me to lay on the bed and places a light blanket over me before offering me water.
After some time, I start to regain myself, and I start to loo
