Chapter 14

The past one week had been nothing, but dry and lifeless days. I had been going to a group therapy because mother forced me. I was plagued with nightmares and the world didn't feel safe anymore. I'd been more than depressed and I suffered a lot from PTSD.

Mother on the other hand had been busy with work and other things concerning Dad. Mother stayed in her room most of the time whenever she was home. His death had a great effect on her and It made me worried sick.

Walking to my room, I saw a glass cup on the table beside Mom's door. This triggered a memory, causing me to have shortness of breath. I plastered my back on the wall and sled down to the floor. My knees were drawn to my chest and my head was buried in them.

I could hear myself begging Mr Robert. I shivered and covered my ears.

"Make it stop." I cried with trembling lips.

It was like I was reliving that moment again. The moment I