Drowning

**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.**

Dream

Adea

He told me he would be here, that’s what his letter had said. I didn’t look out the window, I felt defeated, instead, I dropped my chin and focused on the cold floors. The skirt was a royal blue that matched the ribbons. My fingers danced at the top of my skirt and my breath came out shuttered.

Gripping the hem, I shoved it down with one push. Goosebumps broke out all over my body as the cool air in the room enveloped my nude body. Disappointment flooded me but I couldn’t find it in me to cry. Tears didn’t prick the corners of my eyes and a sob didn’t fall from my lips.

This was my life and the sooner I came to terms with this… the easier it would be. I was a fool to think it could be any other way. I tried my hardest not to think about but all I could do was that. Maybe I just needed to submit and give up on my dream.