The darkness never felt so heavy on Rachel. Although she now had a certain facility to walk two or three more steps around, the lack of light prevented her from noticing the shine of the knife on the scalpel thrown on the empty ground.
The air was becoming stale, and that scent was beginning to make her dizzy. Rachel was between disgust and hope, struggling internally to find the fastest way out of that prison. As she moved forward, she smeared her knee with her own debris and got her hands dirty trying to clean herself.
She was crying out of anger and frustration, with the wrong motives and thoughts. Her head imagined what it would be like to die if she should use the scalpel to free herself or kill herself. She tried to get up, but her feet were too fragile to support he
