To be woken in the night by her nightmares, her past echoing into the present as she cries in her sleep. Being unable to reach out and tell her its not real. When maybe it was real.
To see her struggling through the day, not knowing what she is holding inside. Not being able to release the torment as her panic attacks suffocate her.
To watch a blank canvas, stare lost into her mind. Being completely helpless in her darkest hours. To feel locked out and complete heart break as she stops trusting you.
To intervene when she finally snaps. To see her so afraid . To feel the hatred and anger towards the man who made her this way.