The memories are still so real and vivid, it could have been yesterday. It could've been a heartbeat ago. You were watched. Every move scrutinized. Preyed upon.
Nowhere was safe. Those eyes found you. Venom-laced whispers recounting every action and event to the smallest detail. Even in sleep you caught yourself looking over your shoulder, running, but unable to truly hide.
Eventually, you did break free, the details of exactly how blurred by the stain of the psychic violation you endured. Although, no distance seemed great enough in making your escape. It took years to regain your courage. To not constantly be looking over your shoulder, to not almost think you heard those venomous whispers.
Once that happened, you began to look back. You knew their every move. You watched them to make sure they were no longer watching you.
Late at night, when the demons come for tea, a single question is asked;
"Are you really that different?"
The answer stares back at you in the unyielding truth of a mirror, though you loath to acknowledge it; you are one and the same.