V̷͉̉̌̋̐I̸̩̕R̴̓̀ͅ#̴̛̖̓͌I̶͗̄͐͜L̴̹̩̄̄̎ POV

I don't remember much, there was light, darkness, then light every now and then, then back to the darkness. Now I'm here.........I'm just floating. I hurt all the time and I'm tired, so tired. Sometimes I see the light in the distance but I don't have enough strength to bring myself towards it.

The voices I hear, they are angry. However, I feel a strange warmth, like I have done something good or something good has been done to me. When the voices are angry, pain comes. The pain is almost unbearable, but yet so familiar.

I heard another voice too! It was familiar, but not angry or in pain. The voice was hopeful. I couldn't hear what they said, the wall stopped the words from coming through. But the voice broke the wall. Not much, there is only a tiny fractured. 'Do I have the strength?'

With every ounce of strength I had, I made my way to the wall. I looked through the crack. A man was there, he was angry. I hated him. Why I cannot say but all I knew was that I hated him with every ounce of my being.

His name I can't remember but his face I will never forget. It's hard to when half of his face is one of the snakes.