she dragged herself into the bedroom, and switched on the player. the music that night was soothing and nice. she was looking forward to listening to all the tracks that that particular CD contained. but as the first song played, the words caught her ears and played back memories that she tried so hard to forget, but can't.

she shut her eyes and let the words washed over her. and suddenly she felt something warm drop on her hand- and it was only then that she realised how painful the memories were.

struggling to get out of this huge cinema that she felt so tortured in, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes, trying to shut off the music from her ears. and then she saw it.

she knew that she could no longer take it anymore, so she told herself, "don't act strong anymore...please" it was easy as tears poured down her face, but it was difficult to think properly..all her thoughts were in a whirl, mixed up and jumbled up. not allowing her to piece them together rationally.

there she sat for the whole night, with both hands hugging her legs. with the lights left on, and the player left running. she didn't cry anymore, for she had no tears. neither did she close her eyes for fear that memories might come back all in a rush again. and slowly, her breath became steady once more and her mind was no longer filled with dreaded memories of the trauma she went through.

after what seems like forever, she dozed off on the cold hard floor.. and when she awoke, she remembered nothing of the night before. for the night before was just like one of her memories, cast behind and locked, preferably forever, as she did not want to be reminded of it again.

what was the "it" she saw?

................

It was her own reflection- me.