Viktoria POV
It is night when my body finally gives up and I fall into a tired heap. My entire body feels like a sack of stones. Dehydration has my tongue feeling thick, and my stomach is screaming in angry, hollow spasms that make me curl in a fetal position in the furrows of onions and lettuces.
One moment I am standing, forcing my hands to keep moving, the next I am on the ground in a useless heap, my cheek pressed against the dirt, the smell of earth and rot filling my nose. I gasp, dragging air into my lungs in short, painful pulls.
The sky is full of stars and the stars are dancing, jumping into each other’s path.
Voices blur into distant echoes. The farm lights flicker like dying stars. I don’t know how long I lie there, drifting in and out of something that isn’t sleep and isn’
