Awake, I sit up, hair matted with sweat. I gasp, like his hands are around my throat all over again. The past doesn’t like to stay in the past, it seems.

It always feels so real. But it’s just my mind, tangled inside. He is gone forever.

Wait. Something moved in the shadows.

9 thoughts on “Awake

      • i am so sorry and saddened by your experience. you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but have you ever talked to a therapist or a counselor about it? even if it was long ago, those memories can resurface and be so painful- having a counselor can really help.

        regardless, your writing is concise and so vivid. thank you for sharing.

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  1. I think horror exists in that place between what you *know* is real and what you *feel* is happening. This is a vivid illustration of that idea.


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