- ISOBEL -
My ears buzz from the noise. Laying on the floor, with my side pressed hard on his chest and his arms around me and palm pressed around my ears, is my traumatised self.
My body is quivering and the continuous sound of gun shots gives me a reminiscing trauma of what it felt like seeing Cain murder someone in cold blood. It was night as well and I was just coming back from work when he killed my colleague.
That was the main reason I quit my job and the scenes are replaying in my head.
I feel my chest heave and my breathing quicken as a panic attack hits me like a wave.
“Are you okay?” Cameron’s voice comes as comforting as he clenches his arm around me.
I try to raise my upper body and feel a prick on my shoulder. This makes me wince. Glass.
Broken glass pieces are dug i
