Kitty
I had no intention of dying today. My mind was messed up with the events of the past couple of days. Not to mention thoughts of the past I had tried to suppress.
It was silly of me to think I could go through something that horrific and not have nightmares. I wanted to be normal and not think of what those men did to me when I was fifteen.
What good would dwelling do?
However, the nightmares have never gone away; they still haunt me every night. I wake up each morning confused, thinking I’m still locked in that dark room. It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts, but I always push them aside. I fight the tears and put on a smile for the pack. I wouldn’t want to show weak eyes to anyone. I can’t have people thinking badly of me.
The problem is that keeping what happened inside
