“Go ahead and walk normally. You can just walk like a normal person” he said in a low voice but the tone of these words sent a shiver down my spine. He was sitting in a white chair surrounded by white walls, his black eyes stood out framed by deep sockets. After this sentence the only sound that broke the silence was the interrupted beep of the machine to which I was connected with a thousand wires.
I’ve tried to walk all my life but my road is full of holes. Chasms that seem endless until you hit bottom and then, like in a video game, you are back on the street, as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t just died. He doesn’t even try to understand how difficult it is for me not to fall. They are like quicksand that first slowly make you go down and then suddenly you find yourself submerged in the dark. He always had everything and never lost anything. How can you imagine a road of rubble if you have always walked on a perfectly paved one.
I raised my bandaged arms and said, looking him straight in the eyes, “I’m running”.