Put on a mask

Freda's POV

I stayed there in the bathroom, crying and thinking about how my life had become so useless and messy. I undressed and moved under the shower, switching it on. I stayed under the shower and I went deep in thoughts. Why did it have to happen this way? I questioned my mind, but I didn't seem to get any reply. I closed my eyes under the shower and the whole incident at the customs office played in my mind like a movie. I patted my hair gently to the back as I took a deep breath and exhaled rapidly.

The sound of the gunshots reverberated in my mind and tightened my eyes and clenched my hands into a fist. I took a deep breath, trying to catch my breath as my heart rose faster. I placed my hands on my chest and I could feel my heart pounding harder in my chest as if it were about to explode. I leaned against the wall of the bathroom and placed my hand on my forehead, trying to calm my nerves. I could not think straight at that point because different thoughts were running thro