It feels like I’m buried in wet sand, the crushing weight momentarily numbing the pain until the sand seems to melt away and the numbness subsides. Now it’s just pain. Hot, wet and sharp. Everything is a blur. Noise and light seemed to collide. All I can hear is the echoing in my ears of whatever just knocked me on my ass. All I can see is the dirt that fills my eyes and when I rub them, a cloudy, almost tranquil brightness pierces through. I can’t tell if the blurry grey figures around me are moving or not and for a second, I don’t know if I want them to be. This all seems last an hour but it can’t be more than a few seconds.
“HELP! Mommy! HELP ME!” is the first thing I hear. It’s barely decipherable at first. Maybe because it surprises me. Maybe because I think I hear something else, or am at least expecting to. I try to get up but begin to stumble. The indignity of the situation is one of the first things I feel. That can’t be right though. I must still be in shock. It isn’t a child screaming. It’s the kind of voice that is deep and commanding, and the desperation in it scares me more than anything else…
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