By Cheryl, Fashion Expert, writer, traveler; foreignertimes.com contributor.

It’s one of those nights.
The ones where it all comes back.
Where the memories from the back of my mind returns with vengeance,

Thrusting every forgotten moment like a knife in and out deeper each time.
The ones where I burst in to tears.
The ones where I want to shut myself away.
Where I want to tear myself into pieces of paper to burn.
The ones where I shrug away in my mind

The pair of arms like leaden weight on my shoulders.
Like a burden that’ll never be unloaded from me.
The memory stays on like a plague.
Even when I’m happy with a partner
It still comes back to haunt me.
The sleepless night entails.
The bags under my eyes.
Why didn’t I say something?
I did.
I said no.
I said stop.
I said leave me alone, I want to go home.
I pleaded for him to stop.
I pleaded no.
He pulled me to the stairs …. then left me.
Alone.
Ashamed.
Dirty.
Crying.
I picked myself up, walked back home.
Took 3 showers that night and never slept.
I refuse to admit that it is what it is. I refused to let it get to me.
But it did.
Now I can’t get rid of it.
It’s one of those nights.
The ones where it all comes back.