Zarya: A Dream (Final)

As I saw myself sitting on the cold hard ground, muttering what happened in the nightmare of my childhood, I felt something prick my chest. 

I unconsciously took a gulp, drying up my already parched tongue. My eyes were just fixated on myself who was suffering from the memories of that time.

Every time that man took me in his arms, the scene would revert to a time when I began detailing the horrific things done to me by that vile woman. 

If the old me would mutter, "She punched my stomach. She ripped my arms. She grabbed my head and slammed it on the ground. She threw me around like a ball. She threw me around like a piece of trash. She didn't stop until I was bleeding. She didn't stop until I was at death's door."