My eyes were slowly opening. It’s a good thing to know I wasn’t dead yet.
I woke up and I felt like I was held back for some reason.
Wait a minute, I was.
There were chains around my arms and legs as I felt them yanking my limbs.
What did I do to deserve this?
Was it because I wasn’t a 4.0 student?
Was it because I didn’t walk fast enough to get my diploma?
Was it because I was a first generation Albanian-American?
This made no sense to me.
I then heard some others waking up.
I looked around and I couldn’t believe my own eyes.
There were other students with me in cells.