captorbound.
The odour that echoes of many dogs scampering around Will’s house is dominant, as Abigail sits down--their stray hairs dispersed in every inch of spare space.
She doesn't mind the mess and smell so much though, as she sought a confidant, to talk about the horrific nightmares she was undergoing.
The voices--her dad’s and his victims--were deafening, unbearably cluttering her mind in her dreams. Every day, I wake up and hear my dad’s voice.
Nick Boyle, even he was in her dreams, but she felt no GUILT in killing him. Shock initially, yes, but also then a sense of feeling good and justice.
Her blue eyes flicker in distress, as she confesses about the voices, divulges the reason for seeking out Will’s company. She notes his rapid reaction to her flinching, and wonders how he perceived her at this very moment.
“I know I can when I'm awake, but in my dreams, it’s just too much.”