When I was 9, I had a taste of betrayal through a dream. Nowadays I'd consider it a vision; a girl crying over a boy who made her fall for his act and for his lies. I can no longer remember what exactly occurred but what I felt was something I don't think I'll ever forget for as long as I live.

It was the first time I've ever felt the gut-wrenching pain of heartache.

I remember my little body being curled up as I clutched my chest in my sleep while I took short breaths. The feeling was so foreign to me that I started fearing for my life. Was I rotting? Should I tell my mother?

Years later, I'm back to that same position, in the same room and with that very same feeling in my chest. I fell for his act. He made me fall for his act.

I think I should have told my mother.