*Olivia*

I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop even if I had wanted to. It took an hour of staring up at the ceiling and trying to will myself to sleep before I finally realized I wasn’t going to.

I was scared the nightmare would come back and that the sight I didn’t want to see would be right behind my eyelids, chasing after me. Would I die this time? Would I be tortured gruesomely before they killed me?

I didn’t know, and it terrified ...