I was bleeding. I couldn't take the pain. The agony and the fear grew with every passing second. I cried in pain. I needed help. I ran towards the door that was the closest to me and knocked with mad fear grasping me and choking me. No answer.
"Maybe they didn't hear me" , I thought to myself. I knocked louder. They don't want to answer! Half my world sank in disappointment. I ran to the next door and knocked. No answer. Suddenly I could feel the pain aggravate, this time inside me. I could feel my warm tears run down my eyes. Clinging on to the last ray of hope inside me and kept knocking. No answer. I ran to the third door. My vision became blur. I kept knocking. No answer. I cried, screamt.
I was running towards the fourth door. Somehow, I could feel the black inside me mearging with the black outside. I could feel my senses fail and my reflexes drown. I kept running. Half way down I fell hard on the ground. There was no motion. Right above me I saw the moon. The rest was all dark. I heard no sounds. All the sounds drowned in the screams inside me. I kept staring at the moon. Crying. Screaming. Alone.
"I don't want to die, please open the door", I kept pleading inside. I cried. I didn't want to die. The moon seemed to go further from me. No. This is not happening. No, please don't. No. No.
I died there. Waiting, wanting, pleading. I died looking at the moon. I died.