You're screaming into a tunnel so loud it reverberates on every curved tile and even the train track rats can't bear the noise, but the air is so silent and your heart is battling against your ribs so hard you're sure you can hear them splintering with every thump thump thump in your chest.
They tell you it gets easier but the truth is, nine years from now you'll still be waking up in a cold sweat clinging to the sheets, and you won't be sure but you'll be convinced you can feel your splintered ribs puncture your lungs as you struggle for breath in the cold, damp air.
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