Triggers

You walk into the office and it smells like a hospital ward that has been cleaned to an inch of its life with bleach, you stand back waiting for the person to move away so you can let them know you are here. A man barks at you are you Is........? You nod because he startled you, read that and sign it. This piece of paper tells you what you can and can't do and you have no choice but to sign. He directs you into to his office and closes the door. You are transported back in time and you are terrified. You spend the next 45 minutes trying hard to answer his questions while trying not to focus on the images your mind is giving you. You know you've spaced out because he has a frustrated look on his face as you assume he is repeating a question you didn't hear. His final words to you are thank you for not making it to difficult, and you smile before running to the bathroom to vomit.

The rest of the afternoon you fight your memories, you spend the afternoon flitting in and out, not really knowing where the afternoon has gone.