Life-Sentence

Tile floor?
There was a tile floor that evening.
And the mirror?
I could not fall through glass.
The reflection staring back could not be me.
Too pale with brown freckles standing out.

Trembling lip.
Wide blue eyes.
Deep.
Scared.
Black lines around.
An ocean of nausea washed over me,
Threatening to engulf my body.

Tile floor!
Cold as I fell to my knees.
Hands wrapped around my chest.
Rocking back and forth to calm breathing.
Fast breathing...
Pounding headache.

"Please let me leave." I whispered.
Under my breath I continued to beg.
Something was crawling in my stomach.
I could feel hands on me.
Not mine.

"Stop touching me." I whispered.
Crying without anyone to hear.
Not a soul was there besides me,
But in my mind there he stood.

Dizzy?
Was that what I was,
When I was able to make myself stand.
Nervous that I would feel it again?
Experiance another intense flashback?

Was this my life-sentence
for a crime I had not committed?

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Flashbacks: Intense emotion and pain. At least it was for me. STOP ABUSE!