Death

Anne

There was yelling everywhere. I could also hear the annoying loud shriek of the siren just inches from my ear, making me scrunch up my face in sheer annoyance.

“Anny!” I heard someone call out to me. It sounded so much like Pamela, or was Makayla, no...mum! I couldn't tell.

‘Was she in danger?’ I asked myself, trying to reach out my hand to her. But every movement I made came out futile. It was as if something like straps were holding me down. The worst part was, everywhere was freaking dark.

‘Am I still held captive? Did they pluck out my eyes? Was seeing Vincent, Andrew, and the uniformed men all a dream? Am I dead?!’ All these thoughts flew through my head in quick succession, but no answers were forthcoming.

I tried again to open my eyes and move my limbs, but nothing. The only part of my body I could access were my ears, which I couldn’t, unfortunately, turn off; and my mind’s eye, which was floating in the abyss of confusion.

I tried to scream. I did scream, but the so