Thursday night in class, I watched the most disturbing PSA dealing with sex trafficking. It really bothered me. I could barely watch it. My teacher went around and asked what we thought about it. I started tearing up, because it instantly brought back nightmares. It was a horrible feeling, I almost left the class for the night. My teacher saw nothing wrong with showing something so horrifying. Its almost as if she stared at me and asked my opinion about it, as she saw the hurt and pain in my eyes, but just wanting me to break. I felt as if she was happy she broke me down. It was a terrible feeling. I have been having flashbacks the past couple of days, and am afraid of being alone. I am going to beat the fear still locked in my head.