I was afraid. I'd been feeling much too aware lately. I just wanted my numbness back. When I was numb it was easier to act normal. I could fake a smile for my friends, for my dad, and I found it easier to not think about what he did to me. But I'll never forget. Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget.
I was torn, to the point where it felt like there was a hole right through my chest, I was broken, possibly to the point of no repair; I was Gone.