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August 20

Earlier this summer, I found out that the man that sexually assaulted me at my 17th birthday party died a few years ago. He had struggles with drugs when I knew him, and I know he was okay for a while but he lost his battle against his demons. There was no obituary nor funeral for him; but I did hear that there was a white cross in his honor. I went to the growing memorial, after walking several rows, I did find him, his white cross. I sat down and talked to him for a moment. I needed to see if it was true, if he was really gone. At the time, I felt some sympathy towards him but I'm very angry and heartbroken that he was what my nightmares were made of. He and his co-monster created chaos and uncertainty in my life and I still pay for their cruel game they played against me.

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