Yes
I'm running away from the deadly creatures that follows me. I tried to look behind. I knew them. These were monsters long suppressed for their damages are unbearable. They have been long forgotten, buried in the abyssal dungeon of my memory. They must have grown wings and learned to fly. They have found a way to haunt me once more. I run closing my eyes afraid of seeing them again. The pain they would inflict is just enough to kill me. They kill in a special way. They take your hopes away. Five years of therapy, numerous drugs and stings from injected morphine. They say I was already suicidal . What they did not know is that I was better dead than alive. I'm useless. Numb from all the morphine and drugs. It is only the numerous clinical trials in the effort to bring me back, which seemed hopeless, that keeps them hopeful. Finally, when they were about to devour me, I opened my eyes. I can feel my palm sweating, back dampen, eyes weary from shedding dried tears, and t...
