Others can sympathize and can also feel deep sadness. But the real heart stinging can only be felt by the recipient of trials.
From the first moment, I realized I was falling down, on the cold, blood-soaked floor. I always try to keep my eyes open, and I faintly hear broken glass. I knew someone had broken down the door for me, then shouted my name, but I couldn't answer it.
That day I thought was the last day I would breathe. I can't move. My breath choked me. I lost my voice because I was in a state of shock at what I was going through.
My body didn't really feel any pain, even though I knew the place where I Lay was covered in blood. But I couldn't stop my eyes from closing. Then I felt cold and scared. I say the name of one person over and over again-Hendra -. But my voice was too low and low, and then Black picked me up, and I couldn't remember anything.
