44 Megan
I find myself sitting in the middle of my kitchen floor in a cold sweat. I feel as though a torrent of memories has hit me all at once. I don’t know how to cope. I don’t even know what to think or believe anymore.
It’s like waking up from a dream, not quite knowing what’s real and what isn’t. When you wake up from a dream, you have the luxury of gradually realising you’re safe, becoming aware that what your mind just played out to you wasn’t real. This is the opposite of a dream. This is a nightmare. With every passing second comes the dawning realisation that the memories played out by my mind are far from fantasy.
It feels like watching a movie, seeing an actor playing me, looking on as she pins Riley Markham to the ground, his face turning red, then purple, then blue. Listen
