Traumatized.

I have always wondered what that means when I read stories of rape victims or assault victims. To be honest, you don’t want to be there trust me. Ever since that infamous encounter with that son of the devil robber, I have caught myself looking around over my shoulder as soon as dark falls.

The moment I see a man a few meters away, my heart skips a beat and blood starts racing for fear of the possibility that he is out to get my bag. I have concluded that I am traumatized.
Pity I haven’t yet gotten time to go to those self defense classes.