This is where I portray the many unfolding chapters of my life, in mute. It will be as if I'd never existed, he'd promised me.
I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped I was fainting, but to my disappointment, I didn't lose concentration. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under.
I did not resurface.