Two years ago…
I woke up unable to move even the tips of my fingers. Opening my eyes was already a big achievement. Looking at the high ceiling, and only see white paint. The light was blindingly painful for my eyes in the first minutes that I opened it. The silence in the room was deafening.
Where am I? What happened to me? Questions are flooding in my mind, but there’s no one I could ask for an answer.
I tried moving my head to survey the room, but I couldn’t. My neck was bloody painful. I tried opening my mouth, and I couldn’t be more thankful because I could at least open my mouth.
While I was waiting for someone to come in the room, I tried remembering what happened. How I end up here, paralyzed? After a few seconds of thinking, I finally remembered!
I frustratingly tried to get
