Dear Soulstealer,

I trusted you. You were my big brother's best friend. We let you live in our house and eat our food. We took care of you. You and I used to talk about your dates and get high. I looked up to you. Why did you steal my soul? What did I do to deserve it? No, you didn't rape me, but I wish you did. You did everything in the book but rape me. I think that is why the judicial system is taking so long with my case. It has been over 2 & 1/2 years since you sexually assaulted me and since I reported it. If you had raped me, the case would have been tried at least a year ago, but instead, I'm getting treated like shit all over again. I was 14... You were 18... What type of person does that to someone? I wish I could say all of this to your face, but I'm still scared. I'm just as scared as I was the day it happened. My life hasn't been the same. I can't go visit my mother without having flashbacks of what you did. I can't go out in town without being terrified that I will run into you. To make matters worse, you're hanging out with my brother. It's like he doesn't care about what you did to me... So now am I not only betrayed by the guy I looked up to... I've been betrayed by my family too. I hope you rot in hell, and I'll be damned if I let you be the reason I end my life.