My nightmares usually wait for me to fall asleep. But tonight they are raging from the instant that I close my eyes. I am lying in bed with my eyes wide open out of fear. I’m afraid because I hate these memories and I am crying because it feels so real again. I can see little Marcus and feel his confusion, fear and sadness, but I can’t protect him. I’m not afraid of anyone or anything, but I can do nothing to help little Marcus. The worst part is that he thinks that all of this is normal and that he deserves it.
This is going to be a hard night.