This story is one written of experience and embellishment. I wanted to work through a memory that's still bouncing around my head. Sometimes it's locked away in a box, but sometimes it escapes and I'm forced to relive it. This story is my way of dealing with it. No, this didn't really happen to me. The main point of this was to say that things happen. They just do. And you never expect them or how they're going to affect you. Sometimes you take the easy way out because you can't handle the pain it brings you. But other times you make a promise to never let something like what happened to you happen again. Mainly, I just want people to know they are not alone. Thank you.