Gyles.
I know now that I hate movies.
Or maybe the loud sounds from the speakers and the flashing lights are not for me. I escape from the theatre, glad that they didn't notice. I got flashbacks. Things I don't want to remember and somehow the movie became a trigger.
The minute I walk out of the darkness and to the bright light outside, I feel relief wash me.
You need to remember.
Stop pushing the memories out.
My wolf shouts to me. My heart races against my chest because, for the first time since I acknowledged him, his voice is very loud. I run out, in search of the front door. I keep running until I get outside the house. I don't know what is happening but I sense anger coming from my wolf. He is upset with me right now and I don't know what I have done.
You don't want to accept everything.
