The pain from the past taunts me.
Devil smiles and twisted laughs.
"It's all your fault."
"This is what you wanted."
I can scream and cry.
There's no escaping it.
No one saves me.
They all stand there.
My hero is no where to be found.
Of course the past would hide him.
Without him I'm helpless.
The past knows this too well.
But not even in this unconscious state do I forget him.
The past can't take him from me.
My hero exist.
I know it.
I gather the strength from somewhere.
I scream at the faces around me.
"Why are you letting him do this?!"
"STOP THIS!"
They all laugh and smile.
It's all a charade.
None of this is real.
"Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
I open my eyes in relief.
They can't hurt me.
He can't hurt me.
I am protected.
I am safe.
It was all in my head.