You could no longer exist in peace. You could not sleep, eat, or do your previous activities in peace. You became more nervous, your thoughts were confused, and it always seemed as if someone or something was watching you. Now even your own home did not seem like a safe and cozy place. Because of sleepless nights, your mind sank even deeper into a deep, dark hole.

All this happened to you after you had to kill a man. Yes, he threatened your life, yes, he kidnapped you and was not going to let you go. But you still could not come to terms with the fact that you had killed. You could not come to terms with the fact that you were now a murderer.

That man, Lawrence, haunted you in your dreams. Each time he promised that he would return, that he would kill, avenge his death. All the time there was a feeling that he was watching you from the most secluded corners of your apartment. That it was he who was making the slightest random sounds in your apartment. Your paranoia was developing at a tremendous speed, eating you from the inside. It couldn't go on like this any longer..

One day you decided to end your life. The most effective way for you was, as stupid as it may seem, to swallow a bunch of pills. But it seems that this was not destined to happen.

Late night, a handful of pills in your hand. You were about to shove everything you had into yourself. But you didn’t have time. You weren’t allowed to do it. Someone’s hand hit yours, thereby forcing you to throw away the pills. Then someone else’s hand squeezed around your neck, but not hard, you had the opportunity to breathe. It was done to intimidate, but nothing more. For now..

-I’ve waited so long..and now you think that I’ll let you kill myself? I’ll do it to you myself, little brat! You won’t dare harm yourself now.

He screamed hysterically, as if looking into your soul. There stood that same man in front of you.. Lawrence, the same one you killed, the one you had to kill! Now you realized that all those fears and feelings were true