CATHERINA
I sat on my bed staring into space as I recalled the events of the past hour, the grip on my throat and the cold metal that had been pressed to my temple. I was still in the bloodied dress but I hardly paid much attention, the events stuck as a recurring nightmare in my head.
The door to my room opened but I paid it no mind, I was in a world of throat gripping and metal pressing in my head.
“Hermana…Catherina…are you okay?” my sister said, coming to my side.
I nodded not glancing in her direction once; I was day dreaming but this time around, it was a f*****g nightmare.
“You need to get out of this dress, listen to me.” She said, shaking me.
The sound of the gun ricocheted in my head as I jolted out of my day dream in shock.
Tears streamed down my face then and the sobs es
