The wind blows cold all around, it is the second day of winter, I feel the cold penetrating my bones. I try to control the shivering that takes over my body, which is a result of both the cold and the panic that suffocates me.

My feet slip on the leaves on the ground and I fall, hurting my hands on the thorns of the wild flowers, which at this time of the year, have only thorns. I get up with tears burning in my eyes, just hoping I'm not too late. I gather what's left of my strength and run faster than before, the leaves cutting my face as I run past them.

I can't believe this is happening, how things have taken on frightening proportions like this. "Please don't let it be too late," I keep repeating to myself.