A Simple Story

I Still--_--

I still--_--

I still remember that day.
I still have nightmares.
I still see him.
I still can't watch movies that involve that.
I still have the video, physical copy and mental implantation.

People have it worse and I understand that. But I was 8. I saw him with my own two eyes. My brother did too but he had blocked it out, he was 4.
Therapy was a dead end. It didn't work. I was there for a year. My mom made me go because I tried jumping out of my window.
I still remember that day.