Which Reality?

A story my mother used to tell me, to get me to behave when I was younger, But I know it's true. She thinks I was to young to remember, But I always do. I still remember it like it was yesterday; my mother screaming RUN! My father's troubled face; fighting an inner battle deciding weather he should stay by my mother's side or run after me. That horrible screeching sound following, chasing me. They think I don't remember, but they still hunt me in my nightmare's. Even after 12 years. My mother thinks I got rid of my panic attacks long ago, but they come back once in a while. I guess I hide my fear well.