Things you hear everyday of your life, can cause a flashback. Some good, but some are not what you want to see again. Flashbacks for me are rarely ever good. I close my eyes, and not only can I see the fear, I hear it to. I hear my screams of fear, I hear my cry for help, but nobody else can. My screams of fear are desperate because I'm being hurt. My screams of fear are terrifying, I try to open my eyes to get away from this terrifying nightmare, but my mind will not allow it. My mind controls me instead of me controling it. My screams of fear are finally gone. I open my eyes as if I had been dreaming, but this was no dream. It was a memory, a terrifying memory, it is and was and will forever always be my screams of fear.