Starting to turn my head again...

Not a good sign...I turn it when a memory of him comes in to my mind. Distraction.

I try and shift my focus to good things. It usually works.

It doesn't when I'm asleep. I wake up in a sweat trying to breathe. The recurring one is him trying to chock me to death which actually happened. I wake up to him screaming "Die, bitch die!" and he's not there.

I checked the house. Vance didn't break in.

I took three sleeping pills. I was out for about thirty minutes. Another nightmare I chose to forget.

"India, you have to learn to breathe without any one noticing. I don't want to have to kill you twice."

Very quite after that.