Chapter 137. Forgetting Everything

She stopped using her phone, she stopped talking to anyone, and all she would do was stare at the ceiling, counting in her head, observing the patterns on the ceiling and walls. Closing her eyes, she would trace those intricate patterns in her mind and repeat the process.

She had stopped initiating conversations with her cousins. She didn’t like talking to anyone anymore. She preferred remaining in her shell, staying in her room all day. She adored the peace that silence and loneliness gave her, preferring them over gatherings, which had begun to give her anxiety—just because of him.

He was her nightmare. Her worst nightmare. And she still had her fingers crossed. She still held onto a flicker of hope that something would protect her from him. She was still inside her bubble because that bubble gave her comfort. If it broke and she had to step into reality, fully feeling the life she was living, she might cut her wrist.

At this point, delusion gave her hope—the d