Introduction

They started when I was 12. They haven't stopped, and I don't think they will. He comes every night, and as much as I wish I could wake, I can't. I'm stuck. I try to pretend I'm fine, but inside, I'm not. He's an angel, then he's a devil. He's warm, and then he's cold. I don't understand what's happening to me, but my mind is my prison. And I don't think I'll ever break out.