The Day He Saved Me

aping my lips. I just made a phone call to check on my sister,

rth to pursue her bachelor degree, and our parents are st

y that I'm thrilled to work here as an intern in one of the big

's the result of all the hard work th

e – enough to secure the company's trust – and finish my fi

my hands. Excellent academic records. Promising career prospects. And glorious achie

ouse, I can't help but feel empty. I'm clo

uth as I cover my eyes with my

the same horrible feeling stirs inside me

hat it always happen

t want to fall asleep.

o resist, when the nightma

cape, only to fail miserably. It's somethi

ned years ago. Back when

e is shaking. It s

scape from my mouth. I

to go through

egs, her cries ec

ut I can't see anythin

int that I can feel that my eyes are bulging o

y hear he

» she whispe

r, and I swallow hard. Her sobs break,

at myself. I want to scream, but agai

e controlling my body and my movement. I feel my hands roaming somethin

t this hap

at it is. I can feel her skin. But I still can't see h

at made me feel at ease, now pains me to the point that it can actuall

ucking ri

k and shoulder. She's clingin

hose not to. I beg to do it now. I beg to stop

nd I'm losing my mind because I can't even remember her voice. It al

n my throat as I shout at myself, bu

at it happened. I

my neck. I already know the next words that she'll whisper, because all of this h

yes, and a tear sli

han the last time I saw it before I went to bed, because

hen I rake my fingers through my blonde hair

imes this happens, t

to go through it as long as I

Just lik

and and take out a small box. M

air, which might still be with its owner. It's

trace that w

orning has come, I can already hear the sound of cars