|Tamara|
When Pierre started the engine and drove off the curb, I remained silent for the whole ride. He tries to strike a conversation with me but I have nothing to offer but my short responses.
I only have this fear because of the accident. It’s the reason why I did not bother myself having my own car here in this country, even though I could manage to save up for installment that could save my a*s from travelling a lot from work and school, but I still can’t see myself driving on my own. It’s unconventional too knowing for a fact that I won’t stay here for more than a year.
Knowing how unpredictable my trauma could be, there are still most of the times that I can control and suppress it without shivering a lot. There are really days that it would attack me for no apparent reason th
