EMPTY STREET

As the sharp smell I heard filled my lungs, urgent signals sent to my brain were warning me to cough.

I thought I heard a few whispers as I let out the burning and pungent smell that burned my throat with my quick and sharp cough.

I heard the sound of the door closing and locking as I opened my eyes. I quickly took a sitting position.

I also removed the idle needle under the plaster I removed clumsily. I couldn't find time to wipe off a drop of dark red blood appearing on my skin, so I got up quickly and went to the door.

I hit it over and over and screamed, but all I got was a fried handful and now a wheezing sound.

There was no sound outside. Even worse, there was neither a key insert nor a door handle on the side of the door facing the room. I lean my back against the wall in despair.

I had to find a way out of here. I did not think my body would hold on any longer, and the pain that slowly seeped into my head was a harbinger of this.

Despite this, I went to bed and sat under my feet as if nothing had happened.

Why did they abduct me, why did they give LSD, and what were they using LSD for? I was drowning in my own thoughts. It had been over two hours and I was still waiting.

As far as I can tell from the walls and the texture of the floor, I was not in the first episode I woke up.

It was very flat in here and it smelled bad. I think the place where they brought me or criminals who escaped from the room that was not even locked is the basement of a building or ...

When I thought of the corridors above, the thought that I might be in the hospital entered my mind and I looked at the door again.

Someone had to open the door from the outside to get out of this small cell.

I reluctantly trembled as my mind turned and turned to LSD.

What I don't understand is that if I took LSD, I probably did, then how I did not show any side effects. There was no hallucination, nausea or vomiting.

Maybe they forgot me.

This possibility made me laugh a bit, but I wasn't so lucky.

Suddenly, what was stolen in my mind caused my pupils to dilate twice and my heart rate to increase.

I remembered how I was abducted.

....

As the rain got faster I adapted to it. My left shoulder was literally cold, hit by the wind.

I was angry with myself for not coming home by taxi. I lifted my jacket and tried to control the cold and started humming a song.

The missing announcement on the post that came before me caught my attention. The girl looked rather thin and pale. Nowadays, increasing loss cases 'Aisa Shala' did not seem like it was over.

I thought his parents were looking for him and I didn't have a family. This fact always fueled the fire of vengeance in me.

Watching my father being shot and my mother being kidnapped from the closet where I was hiding was horrible, and all I did was sit and stare while the blood from my father's head washed our old rug.

His eyes were stubbornly open, seeming to hate me as if it was my fault that he died.

My mind disintegrated like a cloud of fog when I felt the rain sprinkle on my face.

I followed my pace and turned to the street where my house was, the street was still as quiet as ever.

As it began to get dark, I could see the rain getting faster and faster from the lighted streetlights.

I had to go home before it was too late (drunks filling the streets were always a threat to me) grabbing my bag more tightly and moving forward without hesitation, hesitating at the smell coming into my nose when I could smell it ...

I turned quickly, and when I turned, the big car at the head of the street directly burned the long cars.

I covered my eyes as the suddenly lit headlights captured my eyes.

I took a few steps back when the sound of the car doors opening echoed in the street.

When I saw three big sizes in front of the headlights, the smell suddenly burned my nose and looked around to see the source of the smell.

What could it smell so bad? Garbage left for days ... or a rotting corpse. It wasn't good for them to approach me, I wish I was in a movie.

We cut! My inner voice wasn't a director

'what are you waiting for?'

I did what the voice that shook my brain says.

I ran as fast as I could, came back from dozens of streets, I could choose the footsteps following me from my breath sounds.

When I moved to turn left, the slippery floor defeated me, I hit the wall and fell to the ground, my head was spinning, the voices of men shouting behind me sounded like a hum.

I rub my hand on my cheek to see the hot liquid running down my cheek

Hot

sticky

blood

The handkerchief stuck to my mouth a harbinger of bad beginnings.