As the moonlight shone in through the crack in the drawn curtains I knew I wasn’t dead, which was a pity. From the moment I moved even the slightest, feeling the throbbing pain in my lower body I knew that not even death could have hurt this much. At least if I died somewhere while everything was black and I only relived my own voice screaming I did not have to come back and face the terrible pain that lingered like a sleeping dragon in my body.