-Olivia’s point of view-
Devastation doesn’t quite capture the storm of emotions that engulfed me as I lay sprawled on the bed, my gaze locked on the ceiling, lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts.
I was scared. More than scared of almost everything.
Fear, an emotion I had become intimately familiar with in the shadow of my father’s dungeon, now loomed larger than ever, a monstrous specter haunting my every waking moment.
The pervasive question, “What am I gonna do?” echoed ceaselessly, an unwelcome companion on this harrowing journey that is my unfortunate life.
The dream, an indelible imprint on my mind, played out vividly, refusing to release its grip on my consciousness. I've tried to think of something happy but I can't. As a matter of fact, I was also scared of sleeping, knowing
