Charlotte's p.o.v

My life had turned into some sort of series of episodes of the most epic horror movie. A day wouldn't go by if without something triggering my adrenaline. Not a day without almost developing a heart attack.

Will still had just left in anger again after smashing the socket as if it owed him some peace of mind. Even prisoners in maximum prisons were at more at peace than me.

May be these were the very last days of my life. Every day I had that peculiar feeling that my grave... My new home wasn't that far. I was closer and closer to the exit.

'Let it just kill me, whatever it is am tired of this fucking life,' I said in suffocated breath as I bit my lower lip in pain. I lay still in the bedsheets, afraid to even raise my head or breath and waited for trouble.

The next thing was the dark figure in the window, and my mind flash backed to Rotimi... What if he was not the one?

I had a life! Pieces of fragments of despair, tears , fear and anger weakly held together with some sort of str