My eye open and as my vision adjusts the ugliness of the room becomes evident. I am in a small room, it looks old; its white-grey paint is falling apart. It’s dark, so I can barely make out what seems to be metallic tables at the back of the room. I cannot however, make out if there are things on them. It is gloomy and my vision can only reach a low extent. I’m drowning in confusion… it's all so puzzling, Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? My head spins and spins. I try to stand up but I can’t, I am tightly gripped and unable to move. My heart starts to beat extremely fast, and I start to panic. Where am I? I cry. My mind is pounding so hard I feel my brain is coming out. I gasp for air, as I try to escape those awful, throbbing chains. Desperation and dread consume me, and I can’t longer think straight. I stiffen as the events that had occurred flash rapidly though my mind. I remember how I got here. The memory comes so sudden it leaves me breathless. I wa
Paulina Alarcón