Ricochet

Fear. It's the last thing I remembered. I was afraid. Afraid to fight, afraid to run... afraid to breathe. Then, everything had gone dark. As if life was finally hearing my pleas, my cries to end the torment. To end the fear. But even in the dark, I still felt it. I always felt it. Roger was supposed to be the one. He was romantic and charming. And for the first little while, I thought I could be happy with him. But I was just the fish nibbling at that delicious bait, and he was holding the rod,...