Freedom Is A Lie.

I stare at myself in the mirror standing in a hospital gown. How did I ever get here? I'm supposed to be dead. I never planned on actually getting out of those woods. I can't believe what I see when I look in the mirror. I'm actually clean, my hair is brushed, my teeth are brushed, and my stomach isn't growling. I slip the gown off and look at myself again. There that seems more like, I'm finally brought back to reality. I gingerly rub my fingers along the scars that cover my body. These are the things that always bring me back down to earth, the one thing that reminds that I will never truly be safe until those men are caught. I'm tired but I don't want to go to sleep because the nightmares always come. no matter how far I run, I will always be haunted by the nightmares. But I am comforted by the thought that one day those evil men will be dead, because I am going to kill them.