It felt like someone was pressing on my lungs, tightening them, trying to make it impossible for me to breathe. I shivered, not out of coldness, but terror, fright attacked me from every direction as death was drawing closer with every breath. I gasped for oxygen, but something stopped me from breathing it in, I closed my eyes unwillingly and waited for death. My heart was slowing by the second, and I knew soon I would be nothing but a cold, dead body, laying helplessly on the floor. Oxygen wouldn't help anymore, I needed a miracle to save me from this unbearable pain. I couldn't even writhe in agony anymore, I felt to weak. With one final, shuddering breath, I lay back and death held me in its cruel hands...
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