HE

Her eyes looked sad as she gazed at the stars above us, those eyes were a box of mischief and emotions bubbling through them which made it so much harder to walk away from the tale that she recited.

Her eyes were glistening but she was a tough chick, she blinked away the tears and smiled at me. "So, I was hoping you would ask a lot more questions."

Her teasing tone was a dead giveaway that she wasn't over it. Her words were trying to cover up the truth that she just so gracefully hid from the world.

"Stop acting, " I said in a whisper but it was coming out as more of a demand.

"It is easier."

"But it won't do you any good, " I hissed but I was angry, not at her but the situation that she was in. Something stirred inside of me. The unfairness she faced and the trauma she went through. I was angry at our mentality, our nonchalance towards someone's nightmares.

"I sometimes feel like I'm drowning in a big blue ocean and no one is there when I scream for help, " her words just proved how cruel the world was to her.

"And then I tried to reach for the shore but it never gets closer. Every time I hope that I will move on from my past, my fate proved me wrong."

I didn't know what to do. I was standing there, useless, so before I could do anything to change my mind, I wrapped my arms around her soft, smooth body.

This time she didn't flinch away, which made me smile secretly, she even wrapped her slender arms around my waist and rested her face on my chest.

I heard her sigh. "I am tired."

"Do you want to go back? I can drive you there?" I replied even though I didn't have my car there and I didn't even know where she lived.

"No, I'm just tired of this constant pain, this constant feeling of drowning, I wanted to swim now and fly and run, I just want to be normal, " she said with determination and defeat in her voice which was painful to hear.

"You need counseling, a professional one, " I stated, I listened to her sigh again.

"I tried it once, Becca, uh, my best friend tried to push me into therapy or some similar shit, but the lady there didn't even let me finish. She was way too quick to judge that I had an illicit relationship with... Him." The resignation in her voice was clear, and it was true, while counseling helped people a lot there are some nosy ones which did quite the opposite.

"What did you do after they didn't believe you?" I asked, my voice was guarded and I didn't want to push my limits with her.

She looked up at me and threw me a puckish smile making a tug at my lips too.

SHE

I was scared.

The lights in the living room were dim and the hallway was nearly black making me grip my bag tightly to my chest and took slow steps to the staircase which was decorated with toys of my niece who was sleeping in the next bedroom with the monster itself.

I wondered if I should take her up too, she didn't know what a monster of a father she had got and I didn't want to burst her bubbles, she seven for Lord's sake but I didn't want her to suffer from his evil ways.

But before I could make a decision the door of my parents' room opened with a creaked sound and that was the last straw I needed to run off from the house which once was my home and safe haven but now was just a place with bad memories.

"So that was how the great escape was made, " I laughed lightly feeling a lot better than have in the last five years.

"You are a weird woman, " he said with a smile on his face.

"So I have been told."

His face turned serious in a matter of seconds. "You have to see a counselor though, and it's non-negotiable."

I nodded, knowing very well that I needed to do something about it before I do something that I would regret. The stranger must have sensed the change in my mood as he tightened his arms around me and smiled encouragingly.

"What do you seriously wanted to do?" He said with utter sincerity.

"I wanted to be an influencer, I wanted to talk about what happened to me, what's happening in the world, who we can prevent it, how to do deal with it. Basically, everything that I once wanted someone to tell me, " I said with a proud smile.

"And how are you going to do this?"

I smiled as I looked at him, the sun was now beginning to form in the once black and blue sky. The reddish-yellow was shining lightly in the peripheral view.

"By being the better version of myself."

I knew that what I have been through and what I would go through was very uncertain and risky but I wanted to do this and I would do this. Perhaps one day I would find a way to help other survivors and be a voice for the broken, but not yet...not yet.

First, I needed the damn counselor.

Edited

So this is the last chapter of overnight, yay! There will be an epilogue but I need some time for that.

I have a new story in line which I'm super excited about! :)

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