I N S I D E | Your time is over

Chapter 5

When she woke up she felt the emptiness around her. She was cold and had a sinking feeling that something had happened. She slowly felt the ground beneath her feet. He was freezing.
She was afraid.
Fear is not a feeling that can be described, not a word that is exactly the same for everyone. Fear can take different forms:
The figure of the wicked witch that was feared as a child.
The shape of darkness and loneliness as a teenager realizes how finite life is.
Or the form of emptiness as it comes over you, penetrates every inch of your body and won't let you go.
The fear that doesn't immobilize you, but turns your mind off. This fear is no longer a feeling but a weapon.
A weapon that your own body turns against you to weak itself. Fear is often described as the body's protective mechanism: The feeling that warns you, protects you.
But the reality is that we cannot control fear. Something you can't control isn't a defense - it's a trap. Judie knew that as a cop in this situation, she should not be scared. No guns were pointed at her, no people were threatened, but her mind didn't give her the chance to calm herself. She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't. Something pushed her lids down, preventing her from looking around.
Weakness.

That was the first word that came to her mind.
She was weak. She was mortal. She was afraid.
But she couldn't let fear win out.
No matter how panicked she was, no matter how paralyzed, she would have to fight it or she was lost.
Years ago she'd been scared to death for the first time. Ger first killer as a cop.
She had seen him standing in front of her. Raised the bloody knife in the left hand.
Then suddenly, in the fog that hung over the streets of London at the time, he was gone.
She had looked around then. Searched the street in front of her with your gun raised and made a big mistake.
When she heard a choked scream, she finally turned around - but it was too late.
First she had seen the pool of blood on the floor, then the dead eyes of her colleague, her then-boyfriend, and the gash on his neck.
Putting down the gun to rush to his aid was the second mistake that nearly cost her her life.
She had crouched on the floor, trying to endure her boyfriend's blood and the next moment she felt a gun in her back and the blade of the now dripping bloody knife on her neck.
She had no memory of what happened after that.
The killer had died that night. She didn't know how.
The paramedics had fished her out of the Thames, where she nearly drowned.
However, she had no memory of how she got there.

In moments of fear she lost control of her body and mind.
Judie felt the blackness slowly approaching her and tried to resist it again, but it didn't help.
She couldn't escape the inner power.
When she tried one last time with all her strength to open her eyes, she succeeded.
She might catch a glimpse, then blackness would prevail.
A look at the bloody chaos in front of her.