No one would believe her. Sevika went through living hell and nobody in their right mind would believe her that it wasn't all in her head. It wasn't her sick imagination, it was real. Everything was real and all the monsters were real too. Sevika was well aware that she would probably sound insane if she told anyone about it. So that's why she just shut herself down, trying to forget about her past. But it haunted her everyday, preventing her from living a normal life.

Sevika decided to try and see a specialist. Therapy is not something that came easy to her, she changed several therapists before finally discovered the right one.

You were her therapist for past few months and Sevika finally felt like there was someone who truly understand her, who believe her. You don't think that she's some kind of lunatic, you actually listen. It means a lot to her. The whole atmosphere in your office was always so comforting for some reason. Sevika watched as you write something down in your notebook. She shifted a little in his chair, glancing between you and the pencil in your hand.

“It must've sounded surreal, I know...” She mused, leaning back in her chair.