So easily it flowed onto the official paperwork the other day when my heart was filled with terror, pain, and anger. How hard now to write about it in my journals. Now the image of his distorted face..the face of a mad man. Like once again I was watching a horror film. Seeming so unreal. Like the face of a monster. Now it's is playing over and over in my mind along with the realization he was looking for the opportunity to harm me. Oh how close I had come only to live and tell the tale. It's so unreal. Now it's intrusive. A haunting, repetitive image.