She snapped her eyes shut and inhaled deeply. Her heart raced. It wasn’t working. She opened her eyes and peered at the scattered photos all over the blue velvet carpet. Their faces twisted in agony and horror. Their eyes were staring at her as if they wanted to be revenged. It was a torment to even look at them. She peeled herself away from the sofa and stared out of the windows, deep in thought.
Lina could feel the warmth of the sun on her eyelids. She sighed silently. Even with her eyes closed, she could imagine the entire day in school. Everyday was the same. Going to school meant having to sit through those boring lessons and then coming home to do those never ending chores. Then the whole process would continue again when she goes to bed at night.
No. She did not hate the school. It was in fact, the best thing she could ever have to get away from her house. An empty vessel that has totally no warmth in it. She would rather spend the day in school even though there would be no one speaking to her.
Taking her time, she stretched out her hands. Her muscles snapped taut, unable to even move. This is weird. She tried to open her eyes. Her eyelids seemed too heavy for her to lift. Her pulse raced. What is happening. She gasped in fear trying to open her eyes. Giving up, she tried all she could to listen to her surroundings. Soft, but she could hear murmurs. She squinted, wanting to hear what they were discussing.
“Yes. There’s not much hope for left. Her body won’t respond to the machines. Its getting weaker as time goes by. I think you all should be prepared for it. At this rate, her body would only last for a few days. There’s no way she would regain conscious with such injuries ..” The unfamiliar, cold voice drifted out of her mind. What is happening? I’m supposed to be in bed, waking up to the same old familiar cycle. Who is this voice I don’t recognize? She tried to think. The voice seemed to be on repeat mode, over and over again. No. I’m already awake. They can’t end my life.
“Perhaps he is right Jac . We should grant her soul freedom. Even if we persist, her body is too frail. And we both know that it is not going to …” No. That voice. It was familiar alright, but still not enough to figure out who he is. No way. How can they do this to me? That few words surged her willpower. I have to move. She struggled against the tension in her muscles. She moved an inch which felt like she had just ran a hundred kilometer marathon.
“Doctor, did you see that! She moved! She’s still alive.” She heard the voice exclaimed. Heavy footsteps pounded. She felt cold slender fingers on her eyelids. Exhausted, she tried her best to remain conscious but she was defeated and hence drifting back to darkness.
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