Unknown person’s pov

The television was loud. The words "Breaking News" were flashing in red across the screen, and reporters were speaking quickly, excitedly, as if they had discovered gold. But it was not gold.

I waited to see gold or something more interesting, but all I saw was a face so familiar that it made my blood crawl.

I sat on the edge of a soft couch, far from everything I used to know. The room I was in was quiet except for the TV, the tick of the old wall clock, and the sound of my own breathing. I was in another city, away from the chaos. But...