I M Already Standing On The Ground 소설 & 이야기

‎ ‎He was already looking back down at his work and I walked out and stood in the hallway staring at the ground. ‎ ‎God help me. ‎

“She is bleeding really badly.” “She needs to stand for us to see if it will leave her disoriented.” “Me seeing two is already making me disoriented.” I licked my lips as I placed my hand on the ground and attempt to stand on my own. It would be better for me to do that than for me to place my hand on someone not real, then I would fall. My plan would have held some merit if pain did not shoot up my arm the moment I placed weight on it. “Ouch.” I hissed in pain as I quickly removed my hand from the ground.

Something was out there and I didn’t want to find out what it was. I tapped my feet on the ground a little bit, making sure that I had enough space all around me to bend over and that I wouldn’t topple over into a gorge. When I lowered myself enough so that the light from the pendent could reach the ground, I saw that not only was the ground made of black rock, the surface of the rock was made of jagged edged that looked sharp enough to cut through skin.

Staring at the body. At what I did. at what I was required to do. My hands continue to glow a little. Power is still humming. The ropes lie in pieces around my feet. I have raw wrists. bleeding. I don't sense it. My legs give out. I hit the ground hard. Knees first. Then hands. The earth is cold beneath me. Solid. Real. I'm alive. I'm alive. The thought crashes over me again and again. I'm still here. I howl and tilt my head back before I fall all the way.

They left me right there on the ground. * * *

I was breathing so hard I thought I might hyperventilate. The ground was only a few feet below now. I could see it. I could almost feel the solid earth beneath my feet. I jumped.

But I already know who is behind me. -“What’s happen Maya? What did he do to you? I hear Kai's voice from my back and I don’t know how he found me but I don’t want to see him anymore, I don’t look at him I’m still kneeling on the ground and I’m just frozen I can’t turn around and look at him.

A river — wide, fast, churning with a violence that I could feel in the ground beneath my feet. They positioned me. Adjusted my stance. Then they stepped away.

‎Not yet. ‎I pressed my palms flat against the floor, grounding myself, forcing air into my lungs. Slowly, I rose. My legs were unsteady, my body weak, but I stood among the scattered photographs with my chin lifted, even if no one could see me. ‎I was still here. ‎ ‎