An unknown start

Breathing, she was only breathing. She let the cold air come into her lungs and throw it to the emptiness again. She didn't know how many times she had been doing that, maybe for hours or maybe for seconds but each time the oxygen ripped her throat, she gave thanks for having that moment of life, although she felt the most hopeless person in the world, she knew that her life was just about to begin , in a forgotten scenery among the mountains, next to a broken car in the middle of a lonely road. She was holding a broken heart, trying to fix its small pieces once again with the salt water that was falling down from her eyes.

She rubbed her hands insistently and attempted to stop the shivers of her teeth, praying for someone who drives her to the camp. It couldn’t be so complicated to find a good soul ready to do good acts on Christmas night or that was what she thought.

The night fell stronger above her at the time she was sinking her feet in the snow.