Tisya

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September 19, 2006 Dear diary, I keep having flashbacks of that night. It was raining heavily. I was being dragged in the darkness, my left arm in the grip of a man whose face I couldn't see. I tried screaming, but my voice was choked already. I could feel mud all over me, and my eyelids were heavy, as though I was on drugs. He dragged me further into the tunnel and threw me on the ground. I tried to catch hold of something, but it was too slippery. I couldn't move. He was screaming at me and kicking me, attacking me from different sides as he paced up and down. The last thing I remember was looking up as he brought a huge rock crashing down on my head. I'm still terrified. I'm safe and happy now, but the vision always comes back. I don't know what to do...