Laura Sterling
My heart was still hammering against my ribs even though Aaron had finally set me back down into the wheelchair.
My arms felt like jelly, trembling slightly as I gripped the armrests. Every breath I took came shallow and uneven, as if my lungs had forgotten how to work properly.
“I hated this body. I hated how weak it had become.“ I thought.
For many years of those little white pills Derick forced down my throat every single day.
They had stolen everything ... my strength, my balance, my fire. Now even the simplest movements left me exhausted. My legs lay useless beneath the thin blanket, heavy and numb, like they belonged to someone else. Sometimes I wondered if they would ever wake up again.
Aaron stood a few feet away, watching me with that unreadable expression o
