I stir in my sleep as I hear the same buzzing sound in my ears like I have for the past 4 years of my life. I shift to a sitting position rubbing my eyes. I look over to the night stand and notice a shadow darkening the already dark wooden frame. I per my eyes over to the cause and freeze.

As my eyes take in the tall frame I panic

Is that…. Mark? My ex boyfriend? No it can’t be… he’s in jail.

I lay back down and turn the other direction. The buzzing turning deafening. I could pull the sheets over my head and never get out of this bed, but what would that do? The air thickens as I suffocate in my on emotions. Covering my ears as tears prick in the corners of my eyes. My shaking turns violent as I attempt to look back up at him, but my head is frozen compared to the rest of my body. I haven’t seen him since he was sentenced to jail for Domestic Violence against my daughter and I. I avoid all mirrors because I’m scared to look into my eyes when I only see _him._ The buzzing only gets louder as I think about what he’s about to do to me.

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

Ican’tbreatheIcan’tbreatheIcan’tbreatheIcan’tbreatheIcan’tbreatheIcan’tbreathe

“Mummy?” A small, almost tiny voice calls out for me. “Are you okay? You’re ignoring the alarm again”

I look up and see my daughter, Melody, calling out for me. I slowing get up and hesitantly look over to the night stand again. No one is there.

“I’m okay sweetheart, let’s get ready for school.” I say in an almost whisper.

I hesitatntly get out of bed and show my daughter.

It’s like he’s always creeping on the walls and in my feelings.

All the stories about ghosts are real.

(Sorry this is kinda bad. I haven’t written anything in MONTHS so feed back is appreciated =D)