I shamelessly fought with my pillows all night, trying to find the appropriate position for my pounding head. I was in great disdain for what my parents had said to me, I wanted to yell the truth and hope they believe me but I was well aware of their principles as a member of psychiatry. Freddy was a bomb waiting to explode and I prayed he held on till I find a solution.
I kicked my covers off and rolled on my butt sitting up. My barely visible hands in the dark flew to my face and rubbed gently. Other than the moonlight pouring through the window I never shut, there was no way I could see anything with the blanket of darkness.
I hauled myself to my feet and walked like a zombie to the window. If there was one thing I needed, it was fresh air, it helped me feel I'm alive and can handle
