Becoming my Nightmare

I'm in my twenties, and I'm still scared to open my closet doors right when I come in my room. I still picture him coming out and saying, "oh I just want to talk" And I just want to run! No one must know because they'll see me as a little eight year old s**t! But I just wanted him to stop. "They'll never believe you." He said. "People will say it's only in your dreams." He added. Maybe if I sleep it'll go away, just how I cry myself to sleep. What if I run away? Parents are the answer, but they are also scary. He says I'm a big girl and I can handle it. He might be right! I'll go to bed early so I can dream about my future. That time will be better. In my dream the sun is out, and I'm living happy with my family. I'm dressed in blue scrubs and I have a stethoscope around my neck. The beach is nice, for soon I realize I'm living in Santa Cruz. I'm walking back home, and dogs are barking at me. The more I walk the more dark it gets. There's two doors, two long and wide doors. When I finally decide to open them, he comes out again and says, "I'm your nightmare" I'm running as fast as I can, but I'm trap in his net. "I just want to live!" I shouted. "Everything you do won't be enough, you'll be a failure at life just like I. Face it kid! You're scar for life, and every time you open a closet door you'll remember me. And in that night, I'll become your nightmare" I gasp for air as I sit up quickly from my bed. I look around and he's not there. "It was only a dream, it's all over. He won't bother me again." I tried to convince myself, but I've been trying to convince myself that for the past fourteen years.