Vera.      He crawled into my room ever so stealthily, careful not to make any noise but I still heard him. And I shivered knowing what he was about to do. This isn't the first time he'll make an attempt to try and sleep with me and everytime I resisted him. Sometimes it'll end in a brawl with some wounds and scars which he hid so perfectly from his wife so he wouldn't find out what he was up to. Why can't he understand that I can't let him into my pants? Just why!?      So I stayed still, to give him the impression that I was still asleep meanwhile I was wide awake and aware of each and every move he made. He finally got the bed and in a yank pulled the sheets off. My heart did a summersault. His hands went straight beneath my pyjamas and I swallowed a scream. I know my life would be better if I just let him know do what he wants to do but for some reason  I can't, my body never cooperated with my mind and I couldn't understand why

    It's the early hours of the morning and I'm twisting and turning on the tiny bed. It's the same nightmares, they never end.   It all begins with a car crashing into another, everywhere bloody and nobody surviving and it doesn't end there then a woman is crying bitterly, maybe she's the wife of the deceased and two girls comforting her, Their faces blurry so I can't recognize them, after that, gunshots and a young lady sprawled on the hard floor with a man above her and some more waiting in line. It's all so nauseating and sickening I want to open my eyes but they are sealed shut and am jerking on the bed. Just before I wake up, I feel myself been thrown off a cliff and landing with a splash into the icy sea, and boom everything blacks out... I think I'm dead.   Until I feel a pair of hands shaking me roughly and I realize I'm still alive. I slowly open my eyes and, of course, they are tear-filled with beads of sweat forming and

            Ray's P. O. V    It did take some time, but I eventually found a shop that was still open. It looked like a restaurant and very few people in it. Walking briskly, I crossed the road and walked into the shop, jingling a bell as the door opened. Everyone seemed to be minding their business as no one paid attention to the new customer. I walked over to bartender and after exchanging pleasantries,  stated my reason for coming here. She offered to help but told me I had to wait a wile my phone was still charging.    " No problem ma'am. Thanks by the way." I said and nodded.    " You're welcome. Would you like anything while you wait?"    " Sure. A glass of whisky doesn't sound bad right about now" I replied. She poured me a glass and passed it to me. I nodded and took a sip.    " I'll leave you here. I have some things to attend to,"  she said

            Vera's P. O. V After a while, I finally leave for my grocery shopping. Putting my hair in a tight bun, I put a hoodie over it and began walking in the direction of the grocery store. All of a sudden I felt different. I felt as though someone is watching me and maybe following me. I stop, turning but find no one that I recognize behind me. I heave a sigh and try to relax. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.I begin walking, but this time I hasten my steps. The feeling comes back and I'm beginning to get scared. I look forward and see the grocery store in sight. The last distance I cover running and rush into the grocery store, panting heavily. I check my hands and realized they are sweating. Calm down Vera, no one's after you, I say to myself. After a few calming breaths, I begin shopping, buying everything on the list. My face is in my hoodie so no one can see me. Once I'm through, I pay for the goods and leave the store.

     (Next day)    Ray's P. O. V   I woke up the next day feeling groggy. Lying on the bed, I stayed awake for hours, still thinking about the picture I saw in my dad's study and why he doesn't want to talk about it. I eventually slept in the early hours of the morning, only to be woken up by my alarm.   Stretching out, I proceeded to the bathroom and did my morning duties. Once I was done, I got out and cleaned myself out, wearing my clothes and other accessories. Putting on my wristwatch, I walked out of the room down to the kitchen    I stopped at the kitchen to take a bottle of water from the fridge. Unscrewing the cap, I drank from it, my gaze wandering. That's when something caught my eye in the trash can. It was the picture, but this time it was in the trash bin. Who put it there? Looking around me and seeing no one nearby, I picked it up and removed the picture from the frame, then dispos