Standing in a wardrobe in complete darkness and yet seeing a tall man in front of me with a gun in his hand, possibly with several bullets that were meant to kill me, was actually a scary thing.
I used to think the scariest thing in the world was living without purpose. Then, I thought the scariest thing was seeing a loved one die. Then, I thought that it was getting sick. But now, I think the scariest thing isn't even drowning in the ocean or lying in a cage. The scariest thing is not being able to take a breath, because you know that any sound and the next second you're dead.
Suddenly, breathing becomes something impossible. Because if I take a breath, even the shortest one, they will hear me immediately.
No, I wasn't afraid of death. I was afraid for Leon. After all, if they found me, they would kill him too.
