I can’t breathe.
The rope is scratching my already wounded legs. It’s so painful, more painful than falling while running. Painful than the grass scraping my legs because my legs and hands are burning. I cry inside to bite back the pain it causes.
The pressure of our sudden escape is bulldozing my senses, my brain and heart shouting danger around us. Norman is shouting to me from below, telling me to just jump, assuring me he’ll catch me. The distance between the height from where I am makes it feel difficult to be assured. It’s so high.
Soldiers are already shouting above, probably shocked and confused why their Commander is in such helpless situation. It wasn’t really easy to overpower him. It was just that the art of surprise works well.
It makes me wonder why he wasn’t with his
