I was only fourteen.

But you knew that, didn't you?

I am sure you were aware of the hours following your immoral act; the hours I spent scrubbing my body raw.

Maybe you weren't.

Or maybe you just didn't care.

I was fourteen then and completely oblivious to your kind. You thought you could ruin an innocent child with your humiliating tactics.

However, this child is no longer oblivious.

This child is a thriving young woman with a voice that will not be silenced.

Especially not by you.

As I prepared to enter college this Fall, I realized I could no longer escape you. I realized that I spent four grueling years distracting myself with varsity sports, clubs, anything you get you off my mind.

You never were good at staying dormant.

I enter my freshman year of college and meet the catalyst for my recovery: solitude.

I have had many hours of solitude this semester, which means I had nothing to distract myself with.

I knew I had to face you overtime, and four years is long overdue.

This was the point in my life where I had to reflect on what you did to me.

I know you enjoyed it.

It finally hit me.

For four years I questioned my own integrity due to your manipulation, but no longer will I believe that I wanted it.

You raped me.

I verbalized no.

I screamed it.

I did nothing to you.

I realize now that no matter how hard I could have fought back, it would not have stopped you.

You stole something precious, something I can never get back.

For four long, painful years I have been unable to forgive myself for a crime I fell victim to.

No longer will I be the scapegoat in my own case.

You are the only one to blame.

I will be resilient.

I want you to know that I am a powerful and vigorous young woman, and nothing will change that.

You thought that you could break me, but I just grew bigger and better than before.

My voice will never be silenced, not even by the hands of you.

You can go on and live your life thinking that you've ended me, but...

I've just begun.