NATASHA POINT OF VIEW.

My sleep was fitful and riddled with nightmares. I tossed and turned on the bed, like a small helpless boat on a turbulent sea. I woke up several times and went to the bathroom where I cried my eyes out; I was responsible for taking a human life and it did not seem to agree with my body. In one of my dreams, I saw Nadine on a field, a beautiful smile on her face. She started to come towards me, as if trying to beckon me towards something good. But then, she faltered and ...