Screaming didn’t work.

No response.

Screamed for minutes – literal hours – on end. Everywhere in the room. Close to the walls, close to the center. Up, in and under the bed.

No response.

Cried out for help as if it was my final chance of survival (because it might as well be). Shouted and cried until my eyes were bloodshot from the crying and my cheeks got accustomed to the wet of my tears.

No response.

I filled the deafening silence in this room with a hollering until my voice cracked and decided it wouldn’t want to bring forth anything but wheezing any longer.

And still. No response.

No response at all.