20 August, 1999
  Dear Him,
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I hate you for what you did. I will hate you my entire life for taking from something that was so special to me.

You have taken away my laughter, my joy, my innocence, my feelings. My eyes which once had a twinkle of joy, now lie dull inside my skull. My heart which loved all people and accepted them for who they are, now trusts and loves no one. My brain which thought you were perfect, now knows better.

I cared for you. I came to your football games in the pouring rain and helped you cheat on your Biology exam. I bought you cologne, baked you brownies... and that makes it worse.

I was able to get over the fact you dumped me, I can handle that. However, I will never forget the fact that you never cared when I thought you did, and everything you said was a lie. I will never forget this, for the rest of my life. You have scarred my life forever.

I'm afraid to walk alone, to trust people, to get into relationships with guys, to let people touch me.

All because of you.

Everything is your fault.

I love one part. I love knowing that if I ever tell the right people, your life will fall apart as quickly as mine has. You will live the rest of your life in a confined place...with no freedom, no happiness. And you know it. You know that I can ruin your life...but you think I'm too scared to talk. Well, I'm not. I'm strong. Stronger than you think I am.

I wish you knew that I truly hate you. I hate you for being you, for offering me a ride to school that morning, for coming into my bedroom while I was looking for my Trig. notebook...and...I hate you for raping me.

Betsy Ann
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