I was uncomfortably numb. Everything faded into each other. The only way I knew I was still alive was when my chest tightened, my muscles tensed up, heart racing in my eardrum. I was sure I was going to die. It would stop, everything would fade back into the usual. Was it normal to be this way?
I wanted to fly. To feel the wind race through my hair, to be a feather escaping gently from a weightless bird. Here I was tied down by the neck from an anchor, a perfect noose of imprisonment. Is that normal to live like this?
