TRIS:
Do you know that feeling when you're underwater and you're about to resurface for that first breath of sweet air? The water surrounds you, but you push through it, slowly and steadily fighting to find the surface so you can fill your lungs to ease that burning ache inside your chest. It seems so distant, and right now, I know that feeling well.
I wake up, vision blurred and light headed, laying face up on a bed that smells of disinfectant and lemon perfume. The ceiling meets with the corners of four white walls, open and empty. The old bullet wounds in my body ache, but I am breathing. I am alive. Four? Where's Four? Where am I? I need to get up. A thousand pounds of invisible weight press me down, and I struggle to move. Tears roll off my face as I try to lift myself, but I don't even have enough energy to scream for help, so I concede, and fall back into a deep sleep, the dark waves consuming me once again.