I wake up in the middle of the night, cold sweat pouring down the corner of my brow. I get up and walk out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. I look into the mirror. I see myself, tears streaming from my face, pains in my heart. I still see it. I still hear it. The broken textures. The incompleted soundtrack that sounds like it skips every five seconds. I can still taste it. The blood in my mouth as I bite through my tongue just so I can feel something other than grief that was given to me by this game. My Fiancé is worried. My dog is worried. My neighbor is worried. I'll never be the same again. I cannot escape this nightmare.