I woke up with the sharp smell of antiseptic burning my nose and slowly pulling me back to life. The white ceiling stared back at me, emotionless, like it watched pain every single day and had become numb to it. Soft beeping filled the room, gentle but annoying, reminding me that I was still breathing, still alive, still forced to face this world.

I tried to move, but a weight held me down.

A tube was attached to my arm, cold liquid dripping into my veins.

For a moment, I didn’t remember ...