I saw a few holes at the top of the bag, probably to prevent me from suffocation, but most of it made me feel it was dark and dizzy being inside the bag. A hundred questions flooded my mind, which was thinking whether I would make it back alive, or who it was that wanted my life.
But being in hell before changed my mindset about everything. During my occupational therapy sessions, I used them as an opportunity to rebuild myself. Starting from my strength and my stamina. I worked out until I couldn’t any more. So, if I would fight to the death, if that was what it took for me to live.
Instead of screaming in panic, I calmed my senses and took my time to figure out an escape plan. The atmosphere outside the bag felt chilly, but I bore with it. A chance to be taken while you were in
