Thump!
Rosa felt a sharp pain in her left arm, and as the idea of pain formed in her mind, she realized her eyes were moist and her vision blurred. Her hair was caked with mud, and half of her face retained the red flush from the impact. Her head felt heavy, and her heart was enveloped in darkness. Enduring the pain, she used her uninjured right hand to pull herself out of the dirt. Her mind hadn't recovered from the chaos, the piercing screams were tearing at her spirit, and the choking smell of dust made Rosa cough involuntarily. She didn't want to open her eyes; she had already fallen into hell.
"Save me!"
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
"Please don't do this! I beg you!"
Rosa closed her eyes and the voices became clearer—those pain-laden, tortured voices delivered despair unscathed right into her ears. She cried softly along with those voices, her body kneeling could only pray in despair, her left hand completely numb, now she couldn't even put her hands together.
