Alicia

He's going to kill me.

He's going to kill me.

He's going to fucking kill me.

My breath hitches. My heartbeat kicks up a storm in its cage, and a cold sweat breaks out all over my body.

You're next on my kill list.

Breath.

It doesn't look like my lungs are getting the memo of pulling oxygen inside them.

The pressure behind my eyes is almost at a busting level now. It feels like they might pop out at any moment. Sweat pools on my forehead and my hands are clammy- I don't recall ever having sweaty palms before.

Dark spots have begun to dance in front of...