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~Lisa's POV
At first, I just cried.
Curled up in the corner of the dusty room, I let the tears fall, hot and silent. My chest ached, like something heavy had been placed right on top of it. My throat burned, but I didn't make a sound. No one would hear me. No one would care.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to break something. But all I could do was cry.
My arms were wrapped tightly around my knees, my dress clinging to me with sweat and dust. The storage room smelled like old wood and damp rags. Everything was dark. Not just outside, but inside me, too.
That's when I felt it.
The air.
It was too still. Too thick. I blinked, trying to breathe through my nose, but the air didn't move. There were no windows in the room. No vents. Just walls and boxes and shelves stacked with broken furniture.
I tried to take a deep breath, but it caught in my chest. Like my lungs forgot how to work.
I tried again.
Still nothing.
