Rosa was once a young, vibrant, intelligent woman in love. But that was before everything changed. Now, she’s trapped in her parents house with her daughter Bella, and journals about her decline, her tragic realisations, and of the destruction of everything she once knew.
“Peeping between drawn curtains at the new absence of life, I’m haunted by the neglect of possibility. Life now seems a perpetual sleep paralysis though I have accepted our new limited world. It’s likely no one will live long enough to read anything, let alone this silly journal. Unless souls read, which could be possible. But as I stare through the vacant eye of my window, out at the ruddy hue of Hell on Earth surrounding my parent’s two-up-two-down terrace on a typical Birmingham street, I am compelled to take up the pen and record the truth of our decline.”
A British story told in journal format, focusing on the decline of a reluctant mother’s life, her mind, and the tragic consequences thereof.
This is a reworking of a former, much shorter story: UK Psychological Horror