I had the dream again and still it leaves me with the same sick feeling as it first did. I can see his sick smiling face so close to mine and feel his sticky breath against me; it smells of hard liquor and cigarettes. He's telling me what he's going to do and try to push him off. I try and fight back but like so many times before, it's pointless. No one helps me. She just runs away, to the back, to hide. I'm alone again. I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm going insane. If I stay here in this house, I am certain I am going to die. Please, I need someone to talk to. I'm reaching the end.