My life is a constant blur. Without warning, everything goes black. Then it all comes to me.
I see it happen again. I see him go to take off my clothes as I'm screaming for help, screaming for him to stop. I cry, I beg, I plead for it to end, but it doesn't.
Suddenly, I'm jolted back to reality. Brought back by my dog, who had heard me scream, and came to help me. I snuggle my face into her fur, breathing in her scent, as she licks my tears away.
Hours pass, and then
It all comes back again.
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Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
