HEINAI couldn't talk. Even if I could, the pain I was in was severe enough to seize words from coming out. Few hours ago, I'd felt dead. Only few sensory parts of mine had been working.

I had no idea how I'd crawled out of that bush, dragged myself through the floor, moaning in pain. I couldn't see properly, couldn't even walk, but at the time, I wanted to leave that river side because somehow I'd known that no one would come to my rescue with my body hidden there.

The fear of dying, but with ...