I can't breathe.

I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't move

Because I am strapped.

Held down by something and it hurts.

Everything.

My head and my stomach and my arms and my legs.

And I can't breathe.

I'm shaking I think. I can't really tell.

I need to run,

need to get away.

He's coming and I can't breathe and I can't move and I can't think and he's gonna get me.

Rough hands shake me and I jerk violently.

Not in the right direction, toward the hands.

Someone's grabbing my face and I don't like to be touched and I can't breathe.

I'm screaming and suddenly I can breathe because I'm yelling

So loud.

So loud and so long that it tears my throat and my voice cracks and I taste blood.

And I'm screaming because when I'm screaming I can breathe and I will continue screaming.

I will continue until every painful image is wiped out.

Every

Single

One.