Dear Asshole who SA me,

I know you never in a million years would be able to read this but i wanna tell you how much I despised your crooked smile whenever you looked at me from afar. Your smile haunted me from my childhood into my adulthood. You looked like a sly crow trying to smile or maybe, like someone slapped a wig on a burnt toast. Actually, comparing you to a burnt toast is an utter disrespect for the burnt toast itself. I was barely 6 asshole you made me sit on your lap, you decided how and where exactly will I sit no matter how uncomfortable I felt. Your kisses started from my cheek travelled to my lips, and day by day the weren't just pecks, the things you made me see on your phone saying, "it's okay I am watching this with you". I hate my 6-year-old self for thinking that's how people find their love interests. You were a grown ass man I hate you for making me think that. My father just died you should've at least considered that I was niece of your best friend and neighbor. I know you got married now and now you have daughters. As much I hate you I hope none of your daughters ever get to feel what I did. I hated the way you smiled whenever you saw me running away from you. I hate how much you distorted my sense of self how I still can't feel comfortable in my skin, how I still think that I may be making it all up or exaggerating it. How I feel things now I shouldn't feel, how messed up I am now. I thought I don't resent you anymore for this..but it just keeps coming back. I hope you rot in hell. I am no saint; I can't keep forgiving you every time this wound opens up.