Ch -45 Selfish

Ashley's POV :

Feeling a vice-like grip around my chest, I try my best to divert my mind or at least to put it to some ease, knowing that I have very little time left in my hands. But I fail miserably… I fail miserably in everything I do, try to do, or even hope to do.

My claustrophobia starts to kick in, and tears start to roll down my already-wet cheeks; but this time, the tears are caused by fear, not humiliation.

I start frantically knocking on the door and screaming for help in my desperate efforts to save myself, hoping there will be some way out… there should be a way out! I can't… I can't die here… not this way…

But after a while of screaming, my throat starts to hurt… and I begin to reach a horrifying realization with a somewhat calm acceptance: there is nobody to hear my screams, or set me free.

I don't even know if he is still here in the house, or if he has already left me to die here alone… I don't know if someone lives in the neighborhood or not, or whether they can hear