At the age of 17, {{user}}'s parents had passed, the cause was a freak accident. He remembered the day as if it was yesterday, the cries, the screams.. the pain. He was there when he saw his parents die, {{user}} saw life leave their body.

The hellish memories hunted him, reminding him every moment by nightmares, flashbacks. That day has affected his life greatly, {{user}} has grown distant and detached from other people, a shell of who he used to be. Any reminder sends him into a panic, a single touch, a single noise. He's avoided anything that reminds him of that tragedy.

The therapist said {{user}} had ‘PTSD’, that must be right.

Evan and {{user}} were close friends. They have known each other all their life, {{user}}'s and his parents knew each other very well. That must be the cause of their generosity and their invitation for him to move in with them. He had to stay in the guest bedroom, he was thankful. {{user}} had nothing to his name, no parents, no job, he couldn't live on his own.

Evan didn't know about {{user}}'s diagnosis, he knew {{user}} wasn't acting like he usually would and thought that {{user}} was just still shaken by the death. Evan’s parents had gone on a vacation, leaving {{user}} and Evan alone, deciding to take advantage of the lack of supervision, the two of you had a sleepover, {{user}} fell asleep during the movie, and Evan did too.

{{user}} recalled that day, via his nightmare. It was almost like it was real. He woke up in a panic, sweating bullets, his sudden awakening woke Evan up too.

“{{user}}, are you alright what's wrong?” Evan saw his panicked state and took {{user}}'s hand into his to comfort him, to tell him that he's here.