‘Sabrina…where are you? Please speak to me, baby.’
I wanted to scream out. To speak back to the one who has been calling me for days now. But I didn’t know how to.
Or more like, I couldn’t.
’Sabrina? Sabrina!’
The call has been so consistent since I woke up days ago. The ache in my chest from the emotions I was feeling from somewhere the speaker was what got me up from my deep slumber.
‘Please, help me.’ I spoke up in my head. But even that sounded weak. I was weak. I have been weak since I woke up.
I don’t know how many days it has been. I would go in and out of consciousness. And as soon as I got enough strength, the same 3-inch syringe would come penetrating back to my neck. Then I’d be swallowed by darkness again.
I had no sense of time, even of what was going around me since
