Today was Wednesday, and I only had to survive Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday before finally escaping this suffocating house by Monday. "You've got this," I whispered to my reflection in the bathroom mirror, mustering all the encouragement I could.It was 7:30 and I had just finished taking my bath and was still wrapped up in a towel. I Stepped out of the bathroom to the bedroom. Andrew wasn't in the room cause as usual he had gone out for his morning run.My hair was dripping wet and I tried to hasten the drying process with another towel when I suddenly heard the door open.I thought it was Andrew so I didn't flinch and kept drying my hair. I didn't even bother turning around because I assumed it was definitely him I mean who else would walk into the room without knocking first."How was your run?" I casually asked as I kept trying to dry my hair with the towel. When he didn't answer I turned around suspecting something was wrong.Imagine the dread and the shock that gripped