Evelyn POV
It’s been four years since I escaped that house of horrors, yet the memories come back to plague me, hanging over my head like a dark cloud. I shoved it to the back of my mind for four years, but it has returned with a vengeance, making me relive every minute.
Is it because of that night in the alleyway? Did that undo everything I worked so hard to suppress? I have always suffered from anxiety, and always found my way back from it; but now, my walls are crumbling, and I am killing myself trying to rebuild them back to the way they were.
Everything I worked so hard to leave behind is now resurfacing in the worst way possible, haunting not only my mind but my body. Panic attacks, something that becomes crippling, the feeling of complete dread threatening to consume you, make
