Years later, I found myself in the solitude of my college dorm, hoping to escape the haunting memories of that tragic night. However, the past had a way of resurfacing. Night terrors returned, vivid and merciless, replaying the horror I witnessed in my parents' house.
Each night, I'd wake up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, reliving the moment when the ambulances' sirens pierced the silence. The cruel grinning figure, though unseen, lingered in the shadows of my nightmares, casting a sinister veil over my sleep.
Desperate for reprieve, I sought solace in therapy, attempting to navigate the labyrinth of trauma engraved into my subconscious. The therapist's words echoed, encouraging me to confront the lingering darkness within my mind.
Though I don't think I can fully escape the clutches of those haunting memories.
I am only hoping that it doesn't drive me insane, that the fragile threads of sanity I cling to won't unravel completely in the face of this unyielding darkness. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvoczBznis
Sometimes, when I lie in bed and stare into the dark hallway, I could see its mocking smile lurking in the shadows, a twisted silhouette that refuses to be banished.
I feel as if everything is useless. Even with medication, which I've reluctantly turned to, their efficacy seems as elusive as every other remedy I've attempted. It just feels like my sanity is decaying…
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