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