ISOLDE
It’s still dark, unbearably hot, and lonely. I don’t know how long I’ve been stuck in the truck, but each moment feels like hell.
I’m exhausted. Each breath comes harder than before, like my lungs have been frozen for too long. I had passed out moments ago after a strong wave and a long stretch of struggle. Pain, ache, burns, and screams for help with no hope of getting one.
The short moment of darkness had been the best tranquility I had ever encountered. Waking up again feels like an undying nightmare.
Everywhere burns. Everywhere hurts. I try to move again, but the restraints still hold me down. Every small movement leaves bruises on my skin.
A painful sob wrenches from my throat as I feel another wave coming.
“No. No, no, please no,” I groan as the burn intensifies, then
