Introduction: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with the living or the dead. It has nothing to do with all elements of religion, race and country.I am autistic. My behavior is really strange. My thoughts are also incomprehensible to normal people. At the end of this era, I want to tell my story from my autistic point of view.My name is Wira, I'm in pain. My breathing was difficult because my chest was pressed by something hard. I can't move. My eyes could not catch any other object because of the absence of light. This darkness stirs my heart. where am i My God help me....