Liberation: Part Two
At any moment I expect my arms to be ripped from the socket or my skin to tear apart – I’ve never felt anything so painful. I want to look over my body to make sure I’m still in one piece, but I can’t see my body. The only thing I can see is the beautiful colors of space and the stars while I feel like I’m being torn apart. As quickly as it all started, it ends and when I blink, I’m no longer in space but on solid ground – well the car is on solid ground. Opening the door, I try to get out but my legs can barely hold me up. Before I hit the ground, I steady myself with the door, gripping it like my life depends on it. Hunched over, leaning on the side of the door, I prop myself up with my hand on my thigh, trying to catch my breath before moving again. My stomach feels
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