I found pictures from the night I was assaulted. I can't bring myself to destroy them, but I can't stop looking at them. I feel stuck and I don't know where to go. 

What would you do if you found a momento? A trigger? A reminder? The pictures hold good things, but they are clouded with bad things. I can't just trash them equally. I can't act hastily like I did when it happened. I cut him out of all the pictures I thought I had. I have several pictures of friends with large odd shaped holes in them. Until yesterday, I had no pictures of me from that night. (There is a head shot of me and my best friend in the yearbook but I don't count that. I had nothing to do with it) It was my junior prom and I have no pictures of me all dressed up. At least not until now. I WANT them. And I don't. I look pretty and I look anxious. I can see it. Maybe it's just the knowledge I have skewing my perception.

I don’t know. What would you do