I sat up in my bed, breathing heavily. My back rigid,pours of sweat running down my face. All i could think about was him. If he would ever return to my life. Went would i do. I'd adjusted to my new life just well. But every step i did every time i showered, ate, i could feel his leary dark gaze .
'stop' i told myself he's... dead. I could be happy now, i think. I really couldn't be selfish. That's what he use to call me. Worthless and selfish.
'no stop stop stop'. I told myself. I had to keep my anxiety under control. I couldn't go For therapy because they would find me. So i breathed in and locked it up. Locked it up in a small black crate in the back of my mind. Peace. That's what i had to pretend to feel the past 11 years. I then stood up and looked at the provocative image staring back. Then went to proceed up the stairs, out the cellar.
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Endless Cruelty
Misterio / SuspensoYour scared, anxious, worried the moment you wake up.You live in constant darkness. You have vivid imagination of him almost killing you. This was the life for hali, from the moment she was born. At age 17 alone she has a place in her brain for the...
