I believe I can fly..
I take one step forward.
I take two steps forward.
I believe I can touch the… sky..
"Finally, walking more than five steps I see." K speaks, his voice— a brutal reminder that I'm still somehow surviving in this living hell.
The braces on my wrists— I'm used to their weight now. K said I should never take them off anymore.
The grueling afternoon sunlight dances on my bare skin.
I'm dressed in.. what am I saying? I'm wearing only pants. A black, leather pair that K brought from who knows where. But, at least, it's an upgrade from the underwear I was wearing a month ago.
The braces on my ankles— I'm not yet used to their weight. And because of that, walking more than two steps at a stretch have been a problem to me for the past week. But since yesterday, I've been walking more than five steps with them.
I turn to face him, my eyes are narrowed into an annoyed glare, "tch." after taking seven steps, I stop.
