Tuesday, December 19, 2006
The Night
“The Night”
Her “picture pefect”, carefree life came to a screeching halt that night. In minutes, she took an abrupt and dreadfully sharp turn off of the pathway that she had been previously traveling. It was a pathway lined with lush, beautiful foliage…bursting with countless forms of joyful life. Then...that night, she was turned onto a pathway that was dark, lifeless and miserably depressing. Things have never been the same since that night…”the” night. Following that night, years and years went by in which her life spiraled viciously downward…out of control. She now writes the following letter, although she knows it will not be sent:
Dear "Destroyer"
I have been desperately yearning to get this off my chest for years. I have want to remind you of what you did to me that night…make sure you can’t ever “forget”. I want to fully explain, although impossible, the constant hurt and pain that you selfishly inflicted upon me that night…the hurt and pain that has consumed my body ever since. I want you to tell me why you did it. I want you to tell me how you felt. I want you to look me in the eye…acknowledge what you did…feel my pain.
All I ever asked of you since that night was to acknowledge to me what happened…acknowledge that you quietly and passively watced the aftermath of your actions…silently watched my physical and mental deterioration. I want you to acknowledge that you forever crushed my previously healthy self-esteem…acknowledge that, out of fear and shame, I let you get away with something that should have had serious consequences…that should have destroyed YOUR life too.
Although I am not a hateful person…I have such an intense disgust and anger towards you and what you did to me that night. I have such an intense fury that has been forever established in my heart. My stomach turns…anxiety overwhelms me…my mind begins to aggressively spin…contemplating each of the things that I wish I would have done to avoid that night…all of the things I wish I had done after that night…all of the pain that I want you to lift from my soul and carry within you.
There was nothing physically visible from that night…there was no evidence to outwardly display my injuries…to inform others of the damage that was done. Internally however, I was destroyed. You destroyed something inside of me that can never be completely repaired…inflicted wounds that can be medicated…bandaged...relieved of some of the pain…but never fully healed. The scars will always be large and obvious. You destroyed a piece of me. I want you to acknowledge what you did that night…to acknowledge the role that you played in the night that changed my life forever.
Sincerely,
"Destroyed"
Her “picture pefect”, carefree life came to a screeching halt that night. In minutes, she took an abrupt and dreadfully sharp turn off of the pathway that she had been previously traveling. It was a pathway lined with lush, beautiful foliage…bursting with countless forms of joyful life. Then...that night, she was turned onto a pathway that was dark, lifeless and miserably depressing. Things have never been the same since that night…”the” night. Following that night, years and years went by in which her life spiraled viciously downward…out of control. She now writes the following letter, although she knows it will not be sent:
Dear "Destroyer"
I have been desperately yearning to get this off my chest for years. I have want to remind you of what you did to me that night…make sure you can’t ever “forget”. I want to fully explain, although impossible, the constant hurt and pain that you selfishly inflicted upon me that night…the hurt and pain that has consumed my body ever since. I want you to tell me why you did it. I want you to tell me how you felt. I want you to look me in the eye…acknowledge what you did…feel my pain.
All I ever asked of you since that night was to acknowledge to me what happened…acknowledge that you quietly and passively watced the aftermath of your actions…silently watched my physical and mental deterioration. I want you to acknowledge that you forever crushed my previously healthy self-esteem…acknowledge that, out of fear and shame, I let you get away with something that should have had serious consequences…that should have destroyed YOUR life too.
Although I am not a hateful person…I have such an intense disgust and anger towards you and what you did to me that night. I have such an intense fury that has been forever established in my heart. My stomach turns…anxiety overwhelms me…my mind begins to aggressively spin…contemplating each of the things that I wish I would have done to avoid that night…all of the things I wish I had done after that night…all of the pain that I want you to lift from my soul and carry within you.
There was nothing physically visible from that night…there was no evidence to outwardly display my injuries…to inform others of the damage that was done. Internally however, I was destroyed. You destroyed something inside of me that can never be completely repaired…inflicted wounds that can be medicated…bandaged...relieved of some of the pain…but never fully healed. The scars will always be large and obvious. You destroyed a piece of me. I want you to acknowledge what you did that night…to acknowledge the role that you played in the night that changed my life forever.
Sincerely,
"Destroyed"
# posted by JennAdelia @ 2:55 PM 
