I open my eyes with a very heavy feeling in my chest, I feel like the air is not getting into my lungs, I am suffocating. I remain sitting on the floor trying to catch my breath. I try to get more oxygen in.
I have to be able to get out of this. If I let myself be defeated, my mother will be so ashamed of me, so disappointed in what is happening to me. I rest both hands on the ground, the silver chains have burned my hands and legs horribly, for a second I hold my hands steady but then I fall.
I complain about the pain, if I get up again I find it hard to breathe much more. And if I try to lean I run out of oxygen, I guess it's my disease. My father never paid attention to me when I was sick, when I couldn't breathe at night and my skin turned purple, I almost died several times.
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