Trial 3

I want to scream bloody
murder

I want to smash my face
against the glass

Eight days

Twenty hours

Forty-two minutes

Eighty-five seconds

I can't take it!

The fire is dead

I can't hear the gun shots
anymore

I feel cold

I want to scream but can't

My voice is gone

I barely remember a thing

All I know is gun shots

Gun shots in the snow

"Can you hear me?"

"Can you hear me?"