Day 7:
That light is there, a brief glimpse of it hidden behind what could be a tree and you turn your head and there paler than before but it is there and this time it is not drug induced. You take a deep breath as fear grips at your heart for you know if you make just one wrong move, one wrong step that glimpse of light will be extinguished. So you hold your breath as you try and remain on what feel slike a knife's edge, balancing this way and then that. You tetter gingerly forward, terrified of making the wrong move, everything is so fragile, so easily broken that you dare not breath, dare not speak, dare not think even. You inch further closer and slip, manage to grab on to the rope and hang there trying to catch your breath but your pounding heart will not let you, you just need to relax and hold on until you can manage to pull yourself back up, the only question is, how long can your grip hold, how long can your fingers stay strong, how long before the fear comes once more?
