Chapter 15 Into His Arms

• Aella
• The blaring of my alarm clock was so loud, it felt like it was piercing through my eardrums. I groan, my head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton balls. The hours stretched on, and with every passing moment, the haunting memories and gnawing paranoia seemed to grow stronger. I dragged myself out of bed, my body aching for the rest it couldn’t have.
• The shower is cold that morning, jolting me awake. I need to get my head into gear right now, I can’t afford to be distracted at work.