It's been a few days…..a few quiet, slow-moving days since everything happened… since they pulled me out of that place.
I wish I could say things just snapped back into place after that but They didn't. It's been… strange being back here, safe and Sleeping in a real bed with no ropes digging into my skin, no cold floors, no voices outside the door waiting to come in and ruin everything again.
And still…..i don't feel fully settled.
I spend most of my time in my room.
Some times I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, letting my mind wander to places I probably shouldn't let it go.
I train with my brother Caleb…that part didn't stop. If anything, I've been more consistent with it.
I train with Noah sometimes Other times, I just do it alone. It helps a little.
