She is here

Sasha

I'm at home in front of the television, watching time pass. I try to forget what happened in a moment, but it's all well and good. It wasn't imagination! I saw someone came into my store and messed with my dolls. I really wanted to believe that Nancy was dead, but something told me no, I was terrified of that woman. She was so evil, that even if one day they told me that she died and was reborn from the ashes, I would believe it.

Sitting on the couch, I press my hands to my dress, trying to stay calm, breathing deeply. At that moment II get up and go to the kitchen to take the medication, which my new psychiatrist had recommended to me. I had to take it twice a day. I'm starting to get bored, I was used to always keeping myself busy, it helped me scare away "them". I pick up a novel and go to the porch of the house and start reading.

"Sasha...."

I hear the voice calling me again. No matter how much medication I took, there was always a voice calling me, it felt like it was my si