I'm walking down the aisle hoping to get some ice cream. There it is. I see it. It's the orange creamsicle flavour. Oh yeah. This used to be my friend's favourite flavour. Every Sunday, I would visit them. We would catch up, and simply share snacks and watch TV. Occasionally, we would have some serious discussions, but I felt safe with them. I could trust them. Sometimes together we would just walk and enjoy each other's company. Oh yeah… and then… then… there was the crash… It's why I can no longer see them. Oh God! Even now I still remember how loud we screamed and how much blood was spilled! They're here right now! I can feel them in my arms! They're struggling to breathe! Now they're dying! No! Don't say goodbye! Live, damn it! I still want to see you! Oh God is this what PTSD feels like? Have I been so blind to it? Get your hands off of me! I'm fine! Pay no attention! I'm just shopping! I'm just buying ice cream! Get your hands off of me! … Oh God… I shoved them… I made a mess… Shit… Are they unconscious? Oh fuck… Security is coming… I need to run! Forget the groceries! Forget this incident! Forget the past! Just get to the car and go home!