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I stared at her waiting for what she would say next. I jumped and tried to lift my feet off the floor. For some reason, I don't even know why I had to do this. I jumped as high as I could and didn't know how long I was doing this. I tried hard but nothing happened. I'm still on the ground.

I placed my feet on the floor. Then I stood. No searing pain. No collapse. No humiliation. I stood. A breath I did not realize I was holding left my chest in a shaky exhale. My hands clenched at my sides as I took my first step forward. Then another. I was walking. A low, disbelieving laugh escaped me as I crossed the room. Every movement felt like a victory carved out of stubborn will and patience. I reached the window and placed my palm against the cool glass, grounding myself in the reality of it.

I asked moving it to the center of my stomach. “If I fall, you will be able to see me coming.” Callie laughed back, lowering herself down next. I carefully lowered myself, one foot at a time. Callie was moving a bit faster and almost caught up to me. I moved a little faster, and then my backside found contact with something solid. “I think we reached the ground.” I moved my foot down quickly expecting the ground. It wasn’t there, I lost my grip and quickly swung forward.

Stoic was confused as he keeps on asking me what’s wrong when I pointed where we are standing at. “L-look…” All of them took a step back to see clearly what I am talking about. Everyone gasped in shock. I could feel some chills running down in my spine as I swallowed the lump in my throat. We’re standing on a giant foot print.

Mum should be disappointed at me. I remained on the ground, my eyes staring at the moon. ***

“I don’t know if I am at this point?” He stormed over to me, anger etched on his face. “I won’t hear you speak like that. Now. Stand your ground. Like this.” He grabbed my shoulders and put me at an angle, then kicked my feet wider apart. “You have to have balance. Now let’s try this again.” He went back to his spot and turned towards me. I raised my hands as if I knew what I was doing. Bracing myself for the subsequent impact to throw me on my ass. I pressed my feet into the ground, willing to feel the Earth as if it were part of me.

Even the fire is gone at this point, and I actually miss its presence. I let my body drop, my ass hitting, I don’t know what. I may be on the ground, but there’s no real ground. I mean, there’s nothing above or below and nothing on the sides. I pull my knees up and rest my arms on them. I look around, willing anything to appear.

Immediately after I had done with the signs the brightness of light began to hover around me and I realized that I was not on the ground but I was hanging in the mid-air. Daddy how do I land on the ground after the chanting. Look at me and what I am about to do.

Not like this. I force myself to stand, my body screaming in protest, the world around me tilting dangerously. Every muscle, every bone feels like it’s on fire, but I can’t stop. I have to keep moving. My knees buckle slightly as I push upward, the uneven ground beneath me shifting, making me stagger. A sharp, jagged rock digs into my palm as I steady myself, the sting grounding me, reminding me that I’m still alive—for now.

They fall into rhythm like they’ve been doing this for years. My feet freeze to the concrete. And I can’t move. What the actual fuck, A?