Writing on Trial Final Portfolio | Page 28

going through the most crucial point, my final gasps for air. It felt as if I had lost control over my body, I was not breeding yet kept wanting to receive air. Then, I was grabbed by a man that had an odd looking beard and rough hands. He peacefully grabbed me and all I could see were more humans taking pictures of my oddly looking body. It felt like an eternity, the more I wished to die the longer it took. Then, I felt it my last gasp, no going back. I laid down in a white table and closed my eyes one last time. Photo by: Dani Luna 28 of 33