DAY EIGHT

I had been found.

They’d taken me, bound my wrists as they dragged me away from his body. They’d said that I was “Insane” and “A risk”

A soft giggle escapes my lips as I think about it.

It was all nonsense, really, I did what I had to do.

And I would do it again and again.

I didn’t feel the chill of the air, or the frozen grass brushing against my bare arms as I was dragged away from my anchor.