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~Lisa's POV
I walked slowly back to my room, dragging my feet. My chest felt heavy, like something big was pressing on it. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I slid down to the floor and buried my face in my hands.
Tears poured out of my eyes.
"I could've died," I whispered to myself, rocking slowly. "I almost died."
My shoulders shook as the tears kept coming. My head was pounding, and my heart still hadn't calmed down. Petra died right in front of me, and it could've been me. It was meant to be me.
What if I had eaten first?
I clutched my stomach tightly and cried harder. "Papa… I wonder how you'd feel if you heard your daughter died in a strange place where she came to work just to survive."
I sniffled and pulled my knees to my chest. "I don't want to die. Not like this. Not for nothing…"
I didn't know how long I cried for. But at some point, the tears dried on my cheeks and I fell asleep on the cold floor.
Knock, knock, knock…
