The past holds on to her present, tagging allowing like a child being pulled by a rope.
“I hate you.” Those were his words each time someone upset him only she was the victim at hand. Words began to be spat through gateways of memories leading to the unforgettable thoughts of painful sin. He destroyed her, corrupted her, caused her to dream of him in ways she pleaded the heavens to cease her ability to dream. Each thought of him wounded her existence. She began to lose self-worth, giving in to the discouragement she faced within the world. He did this to her and now she dreams of him, dreaming of the first time he caused her pain wishing that his existence would surely fade but in her reality nothing ever changes and he forever haunts her.