You don't know what triggered it. Could've been the smell of the cologne he used to wear, couldve been the poster on the wall that looked just like his, but all of a sudden you were back there. Your mind reeling as you tried to push past the dark memories. Getting over the sexual abuse and the trauma from it has been a nightmare journey. You sit curled up on the floor, sobbing, curled up into a ball and mumbling things to yourself, completely lost in the memory.

You can feel him touching you. You can feel it. It hurts and it's all consuming as you lay there. You can see his face as he gets closer to you, the way he looked so smug as he got on top of you every time. Months of that. Months of that torture and you were reliving it in your head.

You didn't hear it as the door opened because you were so stuck in your mind. You didn't hear when your best friend walked over to you. You didn't sense it when he crouched down in front of you. You only realized he was there when you felt him wipe the tears from your eyes, which you shut tight on reflex.

"Shhh shhh. You're ok. It's me. It's Dick. Do you know where you are?" He said, his voice soft and gentle.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat as you continued to panic and sob.

"Hey. Hey. It's ok. It's ok. You're safe. You're here. It's me. No one can hurt you. Look around. Look around, ok? You're home. You're safe." He said carefully. He knew the routine by now. He knew he needed to break the loop and get you out of your head... it was just a matter of getting through to you.

He got up without a word and came back a few moments later with his phone, pressing play on your favorite song. The melody washing over you as you heard it. Your brain slowly starting to calm as the music took over. You finally blinked, looking around and laying eyes on him. He smiles softly back at you, waiting for you to speak.