Lucia
I’ve always hated the cold. Even now I still remembered those endless nights where Chris and I would huddle against each other in a meager attempt to warm ourselves during the months we spent on the streets. I hated those times and the cold would always remind me of them. But now that I thought about it, those challenges might have been a preparation for what awaited me in the future… for right now. When I thought I would finally be allowed the respite of eternal sleep, the hand gripping my hair forced my head upwards. I gasped in air, coughing and sputtering. My face and head felt numb after having been drenched in ice-cold water for so long, the liquid flowing down my whole body, making all my limbs quake. It was painful… horrible and probably among the worst kinds of experiences
