Bow or Burn.

LAYLA

The first thing I felt around me was the cold, sharp and unforgiving.

I felt it inside of me as if something had been stolen and nothing remained to support me. I felt heavy and my throat was parched.

The scent of wet stone and ash filled the air. I blinked slowly.

What am I doing here? Where am I?”

The wooden ceiling above me was dark, cracked and old.

Stone was used to construct the walls and not the beautiful painting in my room. No, I wasn't at the medical room and ...