An Open Letter To My Rapist.

I told Mom and Dad. Your sisters and family know what you did to me. Was it worth it? Was the sexual gratification of violating your 15-year-old niece, who was less than twice your age, worth the hell I am going to put you through?

I'm 18 now, and I'm not afraid any longer. I have come to terms with the fact that it was NOT my fault. The drugs and alcohol you gave me numbed my senses, so I wouldn't fight back. So that you, my Unkle, who was more like an annoying older brother, could rip my innocence from me, and turn my mind into a whirlwind of confusion and denial.

My psychiatrist has diagnosed me with PTSD, you have left me disabled. Unable to trust anyone or anything, I look over my shoulder getting coffee, which I have to do with a friend present. Because If my own fucking family can take advantage of me, why wouldn't a stranger grab me off the street? I can't leave my house alone since you ruined me.

I won't let you ruin anyone else.

I am going to make sure the whole world knows what you did. I am going to shout your name from the rooftops, because holding it inside of me for three years built a lot of pressure, and it's time I burst. Everyone will know what you have done.

So, in conclusion, fuck you. You thought you had the power, but oh you were so so wrong, I was taking that time to become more of a person than you ever will be.

I am strong, like a storm. Get ready for hail.