I am in my home. It is not my real home but my family is there and so is all of our stuff, so I assume it is home. My dad is arranging for all of us to make a trip to the prison, where three of my abusers are currently.
At first I am my present age of 22, but then I find myself going back to that scary place when I am a small girl. My dad is taking me to the prison to visit those three abusers.
I cannot speak, my throat is dry. There is panic flooding my entire body. I can't feel my legs.
We are in the waiting room. They call our names. The door opens to the visiting area and I am pushed through.
Fear has encompassed my entire being. I'm trying desperately to disappear. I can't face these men who hurt me so badly.
My insides are screaming but on the outside I am silent. The police officer leads me to a concrete room and closes the door behind me. From the corner, the three abusers emerge. I cannot breathe, I am so scared.
And then I wake up.