They say time heals all wounds. It's been two years since Mike attacked me. I've been seeing a therapist who has been helping a lot. Illiana is doing well in school. She also takes karate classes. Her and Diane are my rocks. I still think Ian is looking over us. Maybe that's why I'm still alive.
There it goes again. Why?
Because a psychotic individual couldn't live with the fact that he couldn't get what he wants, and resorted to murder.
I started writing about my ordeal. Who knows, maybe it'll get published or turned into a movie. I don't know. I just want women/men to be aware that the world is full of crazy people.
It only takes one look, or a smile, or in my case, the scent of perfume to set someone off.
I sometimes have nightmares. Some are from the night I found Ian, and some are from the frightful night with Mike. But I'm not scared anymore. I can't be. Illiana needs her mother.
I no longer live in fear.
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Unrequited Love
General FictionFive years after a horrible tragedy, someone with a deep obsession can't let go, and won't let go until he gets what he wants.
