Laying weakly on the floor, I could only endure the pain in silence. More and more, my whole body was already in so much pain, I could no longer make a voice other than tears occasionally dripping in the corner of my eyes.
Even though I wanted to scream for help, I thought it was pointless. Not only to scream for help, but it was also already hard for me to breathe. Even if I could do it, no matter how hard I screamed, no one would be able to hear the screams of pain from someone in this room.
I had neighbors, but we seldom greeted each other. By just knowing their names, I didn't remember if I ever asked theirs, let alone greet each other. We just passed each other briefly and smiled at each other when we were in the mood. Besides, we would be strangers.
The neighbors were swamped with their own business, even all the residents in this building would never even care if you died. So, asking for their help was a bad hope for life.
