Emma's POV.
I lay awake most of the night. I was too scared to close my eyes, terrified that Joseph might throw something in my face again.
I lay completely still, paralyzed by the fear that I felt. I didn't want to breathe too loudly, just in case my breathing set him off.
I'm exhausted, but at the same time, my body is vibrating with adrinaline. I feel like I'm having one continues panick attack.
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. My mind is in constant survival mode. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can barely breathe.
I hope that Shaun managed to figure something out. I feel so pathetic, placing all of my hope in Shaun, but I don't know what else to do.
I feel so hopeless, and helpless. Like a lost child. Terrified to death.
I don't want to feel like this. I don't wan
