The Dream

The wind whispers to me softly as it caresses my skin.
The light shines through the leaves creating dancing patterns on the ground.
laughter fills the air and I see a young girl running through the trees, running her hands along the trees
I feel the urge to join her, to shout with joy.

Suddenly the sky grows dark.
Grey mist crawls along the the forest floor and cold air wraps itself around me.
The young girl stands infront of me, her eyes no longer shining as she silently weeps.

In her eyes I see an image of a man with skin with cold, calculating eyes void of all emotion.
His eyes seem to see right into my soul sending shivers down my spine.
I want to scream but his power over me is too much.
I watch helplessly as his mouth twists into a sneer.
He is the one in control and I can do nothing but watch.

I wake up.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I give myself over to grief.
I cannot stop the sudden rush of memories.
I have tried to forget.
I have tried to take the pain of my past and lock it away in the corner of my mind.

But the past never truly leaves you.
You can't escape from it forever.
Sooner or later it will find you.
It remains lurking in the background.
It's like a shadow.
It haunts you like a ghost.