She hastily stuffed both her hands beneath the blanket, making use of whatever little heat present to warm herself and dissipate the pain.
She sniffled softly. All of a sudden, the lump in her throat grew and tears threatened to spill uncontrollably. She dipped her face into the torn blanket, crying alone and choking on her sobs in the dark night. She wondered if she would freeze or starve to death.
However, at the very least, she was still alive. So, she must survive, she definitely had to survive, she must leave this place alive. She had to go back, she desired to return home, she longed to return home alive.
All at once, the water surrounding her swiftly gushed toward her. The water pressure almost squeezed out the little bit of air she had left in her lungs. She could not breathe, and it felt as if someone was strangling her until they had driven out the very last breath of air in her lungs.
