I speak in Silence

Memories

February 12, 2018

Nightmares. Terrible, terrible nightmares befell me that night.

I was at the bar with some friends who I cannot name. We were eating, drinking, enjoying our night as most heathens did. After a couple of drinks, things started to haze, my vision was blurred. A young man, who I guess was my boyfriend, leaned into kiss me and took my hand. We danced and he got quite close to me, a bit too close for comfort. He offered me a couple more drinks, how many more, I cannot recall, but I know I did not deny any of them. A few moments later I felt myself leaning back, like a tree falling in a torrential storm, then, like any uprooted tree would, I collapsed onto the ground.

I blinked, I was in a dark, dark, dark place. Mh hands were tied togetherwith rope, and my screams were muffled by duct tape on my mouth. I could hear the humming of a vehicle, which drew me to the conclusion that I was in the trunk of some sort of car.

I blinked again, and horrible, unthinkable, and unmentionable things were done to me.

Another blink, and I was on a more stable ground. The scenery was green, the forest was flourishing with ivy and wild grass. I was no longer bound to any rope or duct tape anymore, but rather something internal. I tried to shout for help, but to no avail. I could not get a single note out of my mouth. I looked around, like a frantic animal, I truthfully, I thought this was the end. The end of my life. Suddenly, A stocky man with a red beard approached me.

One more blink, and I was in a flimsy metal bed. With a single shift or stir, it probably could have collapsed from under me. The room was cold and bland, and a doctor came up to me. He had pale skin and dark hair. He asked me my name, which I did not know at the time.

Then I realized, this was not a nightmare at all, this was a memory, this has all happened. This was a part of my life. This all happened in the past. I lost my life because I loved, I trusted and I was let down.