All this time has passed but still those memories have not been dulled.
They come back screeching when they are least expected,
as sharp and clear as they were the day they happened.
At first they stuffed us with drugs to wash it all away but they soon realised that it could not be erased.
It would stay with us for the rest of out lives.
For some of us that was not long. They were the weak ones.
The ones who could not cope, who could not discover how to live again. At first, as the remaining ones, we sneered and scorned but as our lives dwindled on we learnt that they had been right after all.
The sneers soon left our faces as we realised that the living nightmare wasnt going to end.
So one by one we gave up, slipped away to a place where pain could not be felt and nightmares did not exist.
So here I am, the last one left. What am I doing? Still here. But going...
I can feel it; I am sure, just as strongly as I felt that whole eternity ago. When I am gone everything will go with me. The truth. I alone posses.
That should be a good thing. It will never be known again. But I can not do that. I am bitter. Why was it us? Me? I want others to feel what we felt. To know what I know. I want others to suffer what we did. I dont want it to all be buried in the past with my withered body. So it is not going to, I am making sure of that. Here it is. The truth.......
