My thoughts have turned darker in the last hour. The hope I took for granted all my life has faded. It is almost impossible to believe in anything.
The bruises from the hands of my captors have become a familiar throb, but blood flows from the wounds inflicted by the last customer.
In a way, my death will free me, except I can’t see anything ahead but darkness and pain. I try to pray. The words won’t come. Darkness folds over me.
Bright light wakes me. I’m in a hospital bed and a kind-faced woman attends me. Is it real?