Blackness becomes everything, till it reaches a point where I can't even feel myself.
But what I do feel is the suffocation, and the eagerness to tear out of whatever this is.
Luckily, I don't have to dread this sensation any longer, as light and figures form before my eyes.
I erratically breathe in an enormous gulp of air, whilst coughing at the same time.
"Hahahaha." Laughter booms into my ears, and I know who said laughter emanates from. "Should have held out a little longer, perhaps you would've suffocated to death."
I turn to meet the voice of the wolf named Ruth, expecting to see her in her usual condescending demeanor.
But despite the lively outburst, she looks as pale as chalk.
I don't have anything to say to her, but I wonder why she looks like she is about to die.
