There is nothing that haunts you more than a frightening memory. A memory of the past that has clutched onto your mind. A memory you are not willing to let go of. This little memory of mine starts like any other, with me walking down a railway track with my tiny hand in my dad's. But something bad happened that particular day. Something that cannot be forgiven. There was blood and glass and indescribable objects in that fraction of a second. We never knew the train track was open on that day. One push saved me but the rest is a blur. I thought this would never happen..