The Therapist.

Anna’s POV

I took the sedatives but I couldn’t sleep. Smith got back late at night and it was when he held me in his arms that I had a bit of comfort. I cried due to the fear of death. In that moment with bullets flying around and Smith defending us, I wondered what would have happened if his plan backfired. What if the man was faster and he shot Smith first. That means both of us would be dead. Andy and William would have arrived to pick up our bodies.

Shrills and goosebumps.

I used to think I was invisible but I had always been wrong. I was just a normal human being who was afraid of death. Living was a big privilege for me. I still had a lot of dreams that were unfulfilled. It would be unfair for me to die like that.

Smith laid me to sleep but I woke up thirty minutes later. By that time, he was sleeping already. I wanted to see his face but I knew he would wake up if I turned the lights on. I stayed like that and watched him sleep. Every sound I heard frightened me. I could not ge