HER LIFE

Alive but Dead

Valentina walked into her home, feeling a mix of emotions as she made her way to her room. The familiar surroundings brought a sense of comfort, and she quickly changed out of her clothes into something more relaxing. 

It had been a long day, and she needed to unwind.

The private swimming pool inside the house was her favorite spot to relax, so she decided to take a dip. 

The cool water was soothing, helping to calm her racing thoughts. She floated for a while, letting the quiet and the gentle movement of the water bring her some peace. But soon, the tiredness she had been pushing away started to catch up with her.

Realizing she was worn out, Valentina left the pool and headed back to her room. The house was quiet; her family had gone out for dinner and had invited her to join them, but she had declined, saying she was too tired. She wasn't ready to be around anyone yet and needed some time alone.

Back in her room, she decided to take a warm bath. The heat of the water eased the last bit of tension in her body, and she felt herself relaxing even more. Afterward, she slipped into her most comfortable clothes and climbed into bed.

The house remained still, and for the first time in a while, Valentina felt herself truly relaxing. She closed her eyes, letting sleep take over as she settled into the comfort of her bed, finally finding the rest she needed.

Valentina woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, her heart racing, and the nightmare still fresh in her mind. It was the same one that had been haunting her for months. In the dream, she was tied to a chair, unable to move, with Klaus standing over her. He had a creepy smile on his face, holding a knife that gleamed in the dim light. The dream felt so real that she could almost feel the cold metal of the knife against her skin.

As usual, the nightmare changed. Now she was lying face down on a dirty floor, her face pressed into the grimy surface.  Valentina screamed as the knife dug into her back in the nightmare, the pain sharp and unbearable. Klaus was on top of her, carving something into her skin with a twisted smile on his face. The sensation was so real that she could feel every cut, every movement of the blade. The fear and pain were overwhelming, and her scream echoed in her mind.Suddenly, she woke up, gasping for breath. Her heart was racing, and she was covered in sweat. The scream had been real this time, pulled from her as she escaped the nightmare. Even though she was back in her room, the terror still clung to her, and her back tingled with the memory of the pain she had felt.Valentina sat up in bed, breathing fast and shallow. She wiped her face with her hand, trying to calm down, but the fear still lingered. The room was dark and silent, but the images from her nightmare stayed with her. No matter how many times she had this same terrifying dream, it never lost its power to scare her.

Valentina got out of bed, still shaken from the nightmare. She slowly took off her shirt and turned to look at her bare back in the mirror, her eyes locking onto the scar that marked her skin. It was a constant reminder of what he had done to her, a memory she wished she could erase. She hated that scar, hated how she had let him get that close, how she hadn't been able to stop him. Even now, she could still feel his hands on her, the weight of his presence lingering long after the nightmare had ended. The anger and disgust churned inside her as she stared at the scar, unable to look away.

Valentina knew there was no way she'd be able to sleep after that nightmare. The terror and disgust were still too fresh, too raw. So, instead of lying in bed and letting the thoughts consume her, she decided to get up. She slipped out of bed, pulling on a shirt, but the feel of the fabric against the scar on her back made her wince. That scar was a constant reminder of what Klaus had done to her, a reminder she wished she could escape.