All That's Left

I tell myself this is no longer who I am, that these are memories of a life I've left behind. But, like a bad dream, they keep bubbling to the surface.
The past marks you, inside and out. No point trying to outrun it.
This is a story of a different person. But that person is still part of me. I can't bury the memories, but maybe I can set them free.

WARNING: This 7000 word story contains graphic sexual content, and is intended only for mature audiences 18+.