Everything in my nightmare, everything that could have gone wrong, did. What's worse is, it was all true, they weren't nightmares. They were my memories.

     I feel each one as they roll over me, crushing me with their weight. It feels like forever until I can breathe again. There are little snippets here and there.

     The first is from a plane hijacking, my dad being left on the airstrip, and me getting attacked from behind.

     The second, is the abuse, and torture that I endure while up in the air. A man named Gardner, a belt hitting the floor, and pants being pulled back up. The potato sack that degraded me, the pain I felt, and the dirty floor of the planes interior.

     It goes on and on. The memories coming back at me as fast as a bullet train. It's unbearable, such that I feel my physical body contort with pain.

     I feel every punch, kick, and slap. The knives hurt the most, and yet somehow I'm still there. Still asleep, I can't wake up from this nightmare.

     The roar of a planes engine drowns out my cries, the shouts of men drone on and on, and the sound of a thousand threads being torn is endless. The pounding in my ears grows louder with the thumping of my heart in my chest as the end draws near.

     The anguish in my eyes, is reflected back at me through some glass, and the window comes into view. I see my bruised face refracted at ugly angles, and I turn away.

     The crushing weight of a man on top of me, the sharp pinch of a needle, and the warm fuzziness of being lulled to sleep.

     The too bright walls of a hospital building, as I'm wrapped in cords and wired to machines. A man sitting in a chair, with some scruff attached to his face. The bright gleam in his eye as he sees me awake.

     The hospital for weeks on end, the scars, stitches, as scabs. My many casts, broken ribs, and booted ankle. The wheelchair rides down the long corridors, and the x-rays.

     They fly past me as I'm thrust further ahead. I see two men, one named Jim, and one named Tamlin they both care for me an awful lot, one can tell just by looking at they way they gaze at me.

     Everything comes flooding back, even the things I don't want to see, I don't want to know. It is peaking in its intensity when it stops.

I wake up, and see Tamlin hugging me, and wiping the tears from my eyes, "Tamlin," I cry his name, and wrap my arms and legs around him just letting the sobs out. I don't want to remember, I don't want to feel anymore, I only want to be in his arms.