Imagine your dreams were real Now imagine those are nightmares. That's my life. Will he destroy me completely? Every night when I go to sleep, I have nightmares. Unlike most people I don't leave those behind when I wake, my body is a reminder, the pain is a reminder. Every morning I wake up, in blistering pain covered in slashes and cuts that the men with no faces say I deserve. What does a 18 year old girl do to deserve torture? Because I know I don't.