There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone again, and I dropped my arms helplessly.
Downstairs, rioting broke out again.
The sounds of gunfire, screams and sirens mixed together and made me panic.
I hid back in my room helplessly, but then I heard the sound of glass breaking in the living room.
A stray bullet penetrated the living room window.
I don’t know when this chaos will end, so I can only curl up my body, cover my head, and try to block out the noise from the outside world.
Most of the other compatriots have returned home safely and stayed away from this troubled place.
As I lost my passport, I couldn't buy a plane ticket and was trapped here for a while.
Originally, my passport was placed together with Luna's passport.
But she left suddenly, and when I woke up, there was no one beside me.
I called her, but got a busy tone. I finally got a reply from her, but she just said she had something urgent to deal with.
If it weren’t for the message Alex posted on WeChat Moments, I might really believe that she forgot to take me away because she had something urgent to do.
I texted Luna to tell her that my passport had been taken away by her and that I could not return home now, but she has not responded yet.
There was little food left in the refrigerator and the commotion downstairs was still going on.
In order to avoid starving to death in a foreign country, I planned to wait until the situation downstairs calmed down before going to the supermarket to buy supplies.
Unexpectedly, Luna also took away all the cash in the house.
Having no money at this moment not only means going hungry, but also means being unable to pay the upcoming rent.
I kept dialing Luna 's number with shaking hands until my phone battery was only 2% . She finally replied, "I'm in surgery. If you have anything, you can handle it yourself."
However, in Alex's latest circle of friends, Luna was partying with them and was not in surgery at all.
Because I couldn't pay the rent, the landlord coldly took back the keys and kicked me out.
In desperation, I could only drag my luggage and wander the streets.
The cell phone also turned off due to lack of battery.
Thinking back to the recent news, I prayed that I would not run into those thugs.
But things don't always go as planned.
A gunshot woke me up from my sleep, and a street fight broke out where I was hiding.
The sound of gunfire continued.
I huddled in a corner, shaking all over. Suddenly, a bullet pierced my shoulder.
When I saw the blood gushing out, I realized what had happened. I covered the wound, but the blood still flowed out from between my fingers. I was only 25 years old, and I didn't want to die in a foreign country like this.
In desperation, I cried for help, but no one responded.
Eventually, I passed out.
When I woke up again, the smell of hospital disinfectant hit my nose.
