I guess living in fear is no longer living... it used to be that way, but not now, when fear doesn't recede for a minute. I am afraid to wake up, because I constantly hear rustling and screaming and pleading. I'm afraid to fall asleep, because that's when I become defenseless. I am always afraid...
But I live. I've been living in fear for more than two years... though no, I've been living like this all my life. And am I always afraid to see the face I'm so afraid of? There's that word fear again...