Her face was a ruin. Rippling flesh, criss-crossing scars. Burned. I wondered what it was like to become a different person like that. To not recognize myself. Could it happen to me? Will it happen to me? She looked at me as though she could hear my thoughts. The doctors grasped her shoulders, restraining her, though they need not bother, she was resigned. They lowered a white plastic mask over her head, clamping around her neck. Only then did she cry out. The doctors opened the top of the mask, ignoring her cries, and poured liquid inside, drowning her.
