You can never run away from the past, it always manage to surprise you in ways that you could never imagine.

I had experienced something which reminds me of my dark past. Nothing was so horrible about it but I was shocked and broke down to tears after I ran away from the scene. I can't help it. The harshness and the glare makes me want to cry again and again until I feel secured and safe. I always think that I can run away from my past, somehow I can't. It came in many different forms and kept on jumping from the bushes to remind me that they are still there to lurk into my peaceful thoughts and comfort heart. Being in a new place made me feel the freedom I had always dreamed from the day the word 'hurt' and 'pain' etched in my very heart and skin. Yes, my skin are the witness of my insanity and my personality is a product of unstable mind. Everytime I tried to push the unpleasant memories away, from solid truth, they melt through my fingers and bloodied my dear soul till the abyss of my self constraint. I can't control myself anymore, so I cried and I cried. I force my strings of tears to come out until they are gone in my own lonely corner. In the dark, I can only hear my sobs and my hiccups. I don't want to show to my friend that I am sad. I can't. It is not their fault that I am this sensitive. It is not their fault I am this way. Allah made me this way so I have to be brave. I have to be patient and I have to pray. I cried His name in coarse voice "Ya Allah, please don't let me meet such people again. I am only afraid of You and only You can make this scary things go away."