Katerina

I sat there, lying in wait, ready to die. I don’t know how long I was there before I knew I needed to do something. What could I do? Where could I go? I knew the fire exit in the bedroom was one way I could escape. But I was scared enough to urinate in my dress and stockings. I felt my fear radiate into the room, turning it darker and drearier than ever before. The thought of Douglas coming back had me scared to my teeth. If this was a cartoon, I’d have been chattering. ...