The feeling of coarse rope on my wrists was all I could focus on so I won't lose grip on reality. My senses were so heightened because of my blocked vision.
Let this be a dream... please please... be a dream...
Wake up Elena, God dammit!! I wanted to scream but then I felt something over my lips seeking them shut.
Frustration. Hopelessness. Panic.
Breath, I told myself over and over. It would be all over...
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