Being afraid of something is a natural thing and there is nothing you can about it. The least is face it.
Face it? What if it was a murderer but not just any murderer? You are afraid not because the murderer approaches you with a deadly weapon at hand but afraid of his or her face. A familiar face; face you loved and cared. Someone whom you cared so much that you were ready to die for that person and yet now you get killed from that very person within a few moments.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPKy1Ld5RFY
A woman whom I offered my whole heart and soul and now she stands over me with a broad kitchen knife and grinning broadly from one cheek to the other. This is not her. I wanted to talk to her yet my fear was too great to gather any words. "You" was all I could say. She said nothing but froze on the spot. Damn; I should definitely talk or I will be butchered.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqzB2I05Plv
"You. Why?" I tried my best to find the right words but I could not even build a sentence. I swallowed and looked into her eyes. Pleading to drop the knife. Pleading to stop all this nightmare.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqu0MaZXpDn
