My head is pounding.
My heart is pounding.
I can feel the blood pulsing in the tips of my fingers.
I am angry.
I am sad.
I am worried.
And this is all because of you.
You did not have an ounce of respect for her.
You did not listen to her.
You did not care about her.
You were okay with violating her.
You were okay with hurting her.
And even today, you are okay.
This will never affect you like it has affected her.
You ignored her no’s and her not tonight’s.
You even ignored her stop it’s and I don’t want to’s.
Because clearly her drunken state wasn’t enough to stop you.
So you waited until she was asleep so that you could do what you pleased to her.
You left her in that bed, alone.
And when she woke up, her shirt was missing. Her pants were missing. And there was a part of her that is now missing too.
And this is all because of you.
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know why you thought that what you did was okay to do.
I will never know what she was like before. Was she less guarded? Was she more trusting? Was she happier?
It took her years to tell anyone. She has kept this to herself. She has lived with this. She has struggled with this.
And this is all because of you.
She isn’t ruined. She isn’t damaged goods. She is beautiful and wonderful and full of life.
But she is hurt. She has been hurting. She is angry and sad and scared.
But it brings me great joy to know that she is a better person than you will ever be.
And I am so proud of her.
Proud of her for making it through every day.
Proud of her for telling me about what happened.
Proud of her for letting herself feel vulnerable, even when it scares her the most.
Proud of her for not letting you dictate the rest of her life.
For being not only one who survives, but one who thrives.
For being the best friend I could ever ask for.
And that is not because of you.