Vulnerability

Lives can be vulnerable and the outcome is always unpredictable. The thought of having a slit on my neck was just like an engravement on a stone. Permanent as it was, difficult to wipe off. It was such a nightmare to recall everything. Refreshing the horrible memory thinking about how badly I had been treated; kept quiet and watching only the good.

It's no difficulty to forgive, but nightmare haunts. It stayed on as deep like a scar. Being helpless, all I can do is to wait; brainwashing myself that everything's gonna be over real soon though I knew how low chances was. I'm so numb towards this. I pretend not to see the evil when it's right infront of me. How silly I was?