I can't get through one day without flashbacks and triggers anymore.

All I did was wash the freakin dishes! I was washing one of Andy's cups...a new cup for coffee since he started drinking coffee recently.

It happened. I looked at the cup...but I wasn't in my apartment anymore...I was at a sink, yes, but I was back in my old town, Oil City. And I was in HIS house. The blue cluttered kitchen...with Duke, a black lab, outside laying on the porch. Jim would be home in a few hours...then I snapped out of it.

I'm not in Oil City anymore, and I live in a nice apartment. No blue walls here...no cluttered kitchen, either. And Jim? Jim's in jail because I put him there for making me touch a little girl and strangling me.

But the coffee cup...Jim had hundreds exactly like it. A freakin cup!