~ISSA

I raced back to my room, my heart pounding so hard— it seemed as though it would disconnect itself from the veins connecting it to the rest of my body.

I felt like a character in a horror movie, pursued by a ghost. But in my case, I was running from something— someone who wasn’t present but whose memory haunted my entire existence.

As soon as I entered my room, I slammed the door shut so hard that the loud banging sound echoed throughout my room.

“Breathe Issa,” I ...