As I lay restless on the cold bed of the dusty attic, the pictures keep haunting me. The screams fill my ear, and salty tears fill my eyes. I don’t know how, but I eventually fell asleep, only to wish I hadn’t.

Dreaming, I saw a girl in shackles, hanging from a wall. She looked filthy, sick, and beaten. A burly man with a fierce expression pressed his large tummy up against her, making her cringe. He smashed his lips up against hers, and my heart began sinking even in this nightmare. I awoke with salty tears leaking down my face, but the nightmare still played, even when I was awake. The girl screamed, and I began screaming, the man took off his pants, and began with hers. I screamed in horror, and hid under my bed, the thought so frightening, they were engraved in the back of my mind. Once more, the images came back, taking a look at the girl suffering…I noticed who she looked like. I knew that girl.

That girl was me.