No. I'm still having flashbacks about being bullied back in school. I'm still having flashbacks about my mother refusing to learn any fucking English in order to even know what I was saying. I'm still having flashbacks about my siblings, my father, and my cousins accusing me of being a compulsive liar about all the bad stuff that was happening. I'm still having flashbacks about a lot of people in my life having refused to get to know me at all. I'm still having flashbacks about a lot of people, especially my family despite having lived with me for decades, making assumptions about me, and bullying me for not acting like those assumptions were true. I remember being beaten over the head with a book whenever I was caught reading it. I remember being concussed over again when my family caught me writing for school. I think I remember my uncle having dropped me on the head as a child, just for the fun of it, while my mother did nothing to help. I think I remember a lot of crazy louts just stalking me over again while my family just refused to believe anything I said.
Forgive me if I am using the word, "flashbacks", incorrectly besides.
Number VI:
Larxene.
The Organization's Not-That-Geezer's-Heart-Tank.