I had my chance. I had my chance to end it all, right then and there. To end every nightmare that ever haunted me. My eyes remained sealed shut. Tears threatened to burst and stream down my face. Blood began to roar in my ears as the world stopped spinning. I froze up. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel anything. My lips shook as my body begged to scream. Within seconds, memories of the horrors lurking in the shadows of my mind ruptured my train of thought. Abruptly, I was lost in the deep, dark abyss of my own head. "I had my chance." Chills ran down my spine and my blood ran cold. I trembled as cold sweat started to bead down my forehead. Nothing could stop the nightmare flashing through my mind. Voices echoed throughout my thoughts, seeping into my head like a thick fog, clouding my judgment. Sitting on the cold bathroom floor, drenched in tears, there was a pounding. Thump, thump, thump. I stared dully into the distance. "I had my chance." The words like poison, rolling off my tongue and pouring off my bleeding lips. The iron tang of my own blood surged into my mouth. I couldn't stop. Thump, thump, thump. "Their voices... they won't stop... his hands... they never leave..." My faint whispers were soon cut off by an eruption of sobs. My eyes gushed with salty tears. Thump, thump, thump. "Please... stop... none of this was your fault." "I can't do this anymore. It's all too much. Everything is getting worse." Thump. My hands clenched tightly on my messy hair. Thump. "Please... stop... your head..." Her words faded out amongst my cries for answers from something above. One last time, another thrust into the surface behind me. Thump. My eyes opened and I was laying still, frozen in a dark place. A hand brushed against my skin. I flinched. "Please-." I had my chance. I had my chance to break free from the dark place I was lost within. Trapped in my own isolation, fearful of the truth. Fearful of remembering. Fearful of others knowing. I had my chance to have justice. For everything. The lies I told myself, the fake smiles I wore, the fake laughter I expressed when I bore, the filthy words that had been spoken, the rumors, the looks, the sideways glances, the taunting, the harassment, the crimes, and the pain I locked inside. I had my chance to crush them all. To snatch power from them and silence their demands, their claims, and their denial. I had my chance. So I left.