My eyelids struggled to open, made heavy by the dried blood dripping from my shattered skull, despite this sticky appearance, I managed to open them.
Being severely beaten, tortured and manhandled, to say that I was still alive was a luxury I could not afford, I forced the air into my lungs, I had a burning sensation in my throat that I I almost got suffocated.
"Even breathing is difficult for me?" » I said to myself, sitting and leaning, my back against the wall, I tried to get up…
But my body, my limbs... they no longer responded to me.
Lowering my head with difficulty, my neck was stiff with pain, I could barely move it, but my attempt had been a success, a success which made me take a terrified look at the state of my own body. .
It was then that the pains which had until now been hidden from me thanks to the fact that I was unconscious, began to invade me from all sides.
