Vanessa
I haven't left the house in days, I don't even know how many... Four, five... Maybe a whole week.
I've lost count, the curtains remain closed. The television is off.
My phone spends more time in my hands than on any table, and yet I barely dare to use it.
Because I feel like at any moment someone is going to knock on the door, because I feel like someone is watching me, because I have the unpleasant feeling that the police are getting closer and closer.
I hug my legs from the sofa, listening to the silence, the damned silence.
I never imagined that silence could be so terrifying... I used to hate being alone, now I'm afraid to go out.
I'm afraid someone will recognize me, afraid someone will follow me, afraid someone will find out what I did.
My breathing quickens and I loo
