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"STOP, PLEASE!" "Shut up!" "Please sir don't!" "I said shut up!" "STOP!" "GET OFF OF ME!" "No, no, no, no, please no" "Shut the fuck up whore!"
I wake up from my nightmare with sweat running down my forehead and tears running down my cheeks. Loud sobs escaped my lips. My body was shaking and my breathing was unstable.
I was hyperventilating, my chest hurts, my heart was palpitating and my vision was blurry.
I tried everything to control my breathing but nothing worked. I knew if I didn't I would soon pass out.
Two arms engulfed me on a hug. I was still sobbing and shaking but my breathing wasn't that bad anymore.
I hug whoever was there like my life depended on it. Closing my eyes trying to forget everything.
I haven't had any nightmares for so long. Maybe because I talked about my past it triggered memories. I feel vulnerable and I hate it.
I look up to be faced with a sleepy but concerned Lorenzo. He had his pajamas and his hair was messy.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"Whore" "Bitch" "Worthless piece of shit" "Slut" "Disappointment" "Disgusting"
"Make it stop, please." I cried on his chest as the words kept coming. Memories replaying inside my head.
My hands reached my ears trying to keep the voices away, to stop them. It didn't help, not at all. My eyes closed shut tightly trying to make the memories stop playing like a movie inside my head.
I start to feel a headache and my body started to give up. Still I didn't let darkness take over. I tried to keep conscious as much as I could.
