McAlysugar's Three Hundred & sixty one

It's the twilight hour and I woke up with cold sweat, shortness of breath and tears rolling down my cheek. It's the nightmare that I dream from time to time, I don't know what it's means. But I do know, an incident that happened a few years ago. That moment will always be buried in me, the fear I felt, the tears I cried. I still remember clearly how it happened. The feelings of his hands around my neck, the madness in his eyes, it's hunts me. No matter how hard I try, this memory will always be with me. Tormenting me.