Val 

The nights are the worst. 

When I hear every single noise that this creaking old building makes. When I imagine all the fears I had while living at home come to life and smother me with their intentions. That’s why I’d ended up leaving in the first place. 

He’d tried to touch me.

When I cried out, no one rushed to my aid. 

Immediately, I knew I wasn’t safe there anymore, and I would have to make my way. Which is why I’m here; ...