It wasn't a nightmare.

               Few weeks ago, I met a girl. She had some traits like mine. She even opened up what she had gone through that night. I was only looking in her eyes. I can see the pain and confusion in her eyes. She said she barely understands what's happening around her. She even slapped her face, hoping what happened that night was just a nightmare, her worst nightmare. But then, after she slapped herself hard for several times, she came into a realization that it wasn't, it wasn't a nightmare. It was true, it was real. It really happened, and the most heartbreaking part there was, she has to deal with it every second she still have in her life. She never knew this was coming her way.

               After she said everything to me, she shut her mouth and closed her eyes, then tears rolled down her face. I closed my eyes too. She sobbed, I felt so sorry for myself because I didn't know how to cheer her up or even to comfort her. I can still hear her sobbing, but I just kept my eyes closed. And when I opened my eyes, the girl was right in front of me and I finally saw her face. She exactly looks like me, I was then so confused, I closed my eyes again then opened them again after a few seconds. I finally realized that I was talking to myself, the girl was me.