I don’t sleep.
I try to, but every time I close my eyes, I feel like someone’s watching me. Like someone’s hiding somewhere in my apartment, waiting to step out and kill me… or drag me away.
By three in the morning, I’ve given up completely.
I’m curled into the corner of the couch with a blanket wrapped around me, every light in the apartment blazing bright enough to hurt my eyes. The storm outside has weakened from violent to steady, but the rain still hammers against the windows without mercy. Every creak in the building makes my pulse spike. Every muffled sound from the hallway has me staring toward the door like someone is about to break through it.
The signed contract never leaves my sight.
It sits there in plain view, the black ink of my signature feeling heavier every time I lo
