The Rainy Walk Tragedy

Tonight I was walking in the rain just lost in thought. I was searching so deep with in my intellect to find the answer to my situation of despair. As I walked, I wondered what to do? What was the right course of action? What would bring me happiness?
At a total loss for words and direction, I had decided to walk off the stress that was overwhelming me. This isn't something I do often, in fact, I never had done it before, and had no idea how much it would change my life and difficult situation. Why did I always have to struggle? Especially with this junk! I thought I had defeated this struggle many times before to just end up there struggling again. It's draining and devastating. I wanted so much to give up, but they wouldn't let me. They had always been there for me, encouraging me, spurring me on, never allowing me to give up on myself and my situation. I still don't understand why they do this to me, but that is the way they are.
This night I felt it was all his fault. At times I wanted just to get away from him and the way he made me felt, but I never knew how to accomplish this feat. I just was tired of fighting this horrid fight. I wanted no part of it any longer. But, I was trapped. I couldn't find a way out. I felt my heart racing...no pounding deep within my chest with such intensity that I thought I might have a heart attack or at simply pass out at this point. During the time we were engaged in the most intense exchange I'd ever been sucked into, my mind raced along with my heart with such fury that I couldn't focus on what he was trying to convey. He obviously wanted me to understand his frustration, but his words eluded my understanding at every twist and turn of the horrid affair.
My mind was still racing so, that I needed to clear it some how. It was at this time I found myself staring at a twisted version of my parent's home. This portrait wasn't what I remembered from my childhood, though that part of my life I did my best to never thing about it, or talk about it. You know, somethings are better just left where they are...in the past. That was what I desired with my childhood because there wasn't anything to gain from delving into any of the junk left back there. Everything there was just that...junk. My mind raced even faster at this point because I knew it was him bring up everything from my past. He enjoyed bring it up because he loved seeing me squirm and then beat me with those mistakes. He knew when it was all over that I would continue to beat myself up for my failings.
This reminded me of what I had felt my entire life. I honestly just felt like a pile of junk waiting for the garage sale that would never come because let's face it most people just don't care to get involved with someone else's junk. But He never seemed to feel that way until that rainy night.
"What is that? Is that a train horn that I hear in the distance?" was my thought when I heard an indescribable yet familiar sound.
I whipped around to be startle by a dark figure I did not understand. I began to run faster, but the shadow followed by matching each step with my which aided this figure's gain on me. With each step, my heart pushed the rest of my body to move faster and faster, but nothing helped me lose him or increase the gap between us. As I was running, I slipped in a puddle that covered enough of the sidewalk that I couldn't see the crack that caught my foot and caused me to fall hard upon the cement which in turn caused the loudest pop I'd ever heard. Immediately I felt an intense, horrible pain in my right leg that enveloped every muscle. Just then I looked up behind me, and I saw the shadowy figure with the brightest light behind it my eyes had ever beheld. At once, my panic was instantly flushed out of me, and I woke up breathing erratically, drenched in sweat. HE had saved me once again, and left me whole to continue the fight one more day, not allowing the shadows to oppress me like they had for so many years. Freedom...I was wakened by freedom.