Who are You?
Fifty-Eight: Brice
I feel like I’m flying. I’m surrounded by a white mist and all I can do is look around wondering where I am. Am I still alive? Am I now dead and gone from all the pain. That is all I remember, the pain, the pain I have been living with for what seems like forever. I don’t remember anything else. I close my eyes feeling so tired. Then it feels like I cannot breathe. Like there is a wight on my chest that is pressing down until all the air leaves me. My eyes fly open. I hear a beeping sound as my sight is hazy. I blink a couple of times until the white ceiling comes into view but the weight on my chest doesn’t leave me.
I try to move but it’s like my body is made of lead. My beathing increases trying to get oxygen into my starving lungs. “Please” I whisper
