March 6, 2012
Panic. A sensation of fear. You begin to be agitated. You can’t think. All reason is gone.
The smoke is starting to get thick. She can’t breathe anymore. Her mind is in shambles. She is on the corridor of the hotel walking towards the fire exit. She is confused, crying. Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed in front of her and flames started to creep in the floor that she was on. She’s trapped. The only way remaining is to go back. To her room she ran as the fire started to engulf everything on the corridor. She locked the door. She’s all alone, and with the knowledge that she’s about to die, she just decided to lay on the bed. As she lay, she thought of her life, and what brought her here to this place. The good and bad times during her 25 years of existence.