There I stood, in the middle of the street staring down at my hands. It was a very cold, dark snowy night. The streets were covered in snowflakes and ice, the large pine trees with heavy snow. There were no houses in sight, no buildings in view, just an endless road. I had little on to keep my body from freezing, just a small dirty red coat and a black sweater. The flimsy red scarf around my neck ...

The floor is warm, the air is cold. I feel trapped, scared. My lungs feel heavy, my breaths feel ragged. “_Where am I_?” I say, but only in my head. My dull dark brown eyes frantically flutter throughout the room, but everything is blurry. I try to keep my breaths steady, but the paste of my breathing is like a frantic roller coaster. There were a few things in the small room I was able to make ou...