One week later
I'm in a very somber mood. My mom's burial was yesterday and right now, I'm getting ready to attend Shane's burial.
It's been an awful week. I've been waking up in the middle of the night screaming and yelling, imagining people killing me.
I somehow moved into Jesse's bedroom and he has always been on alert. Every single night, i sleep in his arms and when the nightmares haunt me, i wake up to his presence.
He has been my antidote, my talisman in the haunting darkness and he has been there for me every single minute. He hasn't gone to work the entire week because he wanted to look after me. He wouldn't budge even after i insisted that i was fine.
"Hey, are you okay in there?" His voice flows from the other side of the shower curtain and i snap from my
