Opening The Scars

Victory

Curled up on the floor, I cannot seem to stop the memories from flowing back. The impact is so hard that I am finding it hard to breathe. At this moment, it is as if I am being sucked back into my past to relive everything once more.

Believe me, I try to fight it but it is just a futile attempt. This floodgate of hurtful memories has just been crushed down. Try as I can, it refuses to budge. Leaving me no choice but to just let everything flow back in. What saddens me the most, is how I treated Victoria when all she wanted to do is help me.

My voice is hoarse from all the screaming and my throat hurts. All I want is to sleep again. I cannot stand this any longer. I have to sleep, maybe then I will be able to escape. The reality is too shattering and I fear I might just lose my sanity. How I managed to create such a lovely fake past, beats me.