MICAGE
I didn't sleep a wink last night.
Each time I closed my eyes, I saw her. The look on her face when I tormented her with the control.
My stomach churned at the sight of that look because it reminded me of the person I'd forgotten.
The person I'd buried many years ago, and vowed to protect. Every time I saw her, it reminded me of him.
A boy that had his choices ripped away and forced to fulfil the intrusive desires of another.
The boy forced to give up the sanctity of his innocent years, and introduced to a world he grew to crave and control.
I stopped trying to sleep after the third nightmare. I was better off awake and boxing a punching bag than to become that young boy again.
With every punch I threw, I gained an odd sense of clarity as to why they returned. It had to be he
