Closed...Open...Closed...Open. There is no difference. All I can see is darkness. Can not feel my hands nor my legs, I feel a weight on my chest. I tried getting on my feet but I was held back by something that my sight did not reach.
I closed my eyes again. There was blood everywhere, flying heads and dead bodies. It was the most brutal day I have ever lived. I can still see my people's faces before it turned dark, I saw everyone's faces seeking my help. I am the one who put my people there and I am the one who lost the battle. I stayed on the ground and tears were running on my face.
I heard footsteps coming from outside. But I saw nothing because of the darkness. A few seconds and men were putting fire on the wall, lighting where I am. I was in what it seems an empty room, with the
