Dear John,

Dear John,

John, did you think about me when you left me on the ground?

John, did you know that I would slowly lose my mind?

John, did you know I was a virgin who hadn’t kissed a boy before you infiltrated me?

John, did you know the words girls would say to me after you blamed me for your actions?

John, did you know the shame I would feel for years after the incident?

John, did you know that I was too afraid to tell someone about you?

John, did you know you could hold so much power over me?

John, did you know I wanted to die after you stole my happiness?

John, I don’t think you thought about me. John, you laughed at me as those girls painted a vibrant narrative. John, you become a director of my story and as you played the role of the villain and you made me the victim.

John, I wasn’t strong enough to stop the damage you did to me. John, I wasn’t smart enough to realize I was the one in control and you wore nothing but a scared little boy. John, I was naive enough to think I deserved this harsh treatment from you and your minions.

John, you are the reason I was a caged bird who couldn’t sing. John, you took away my happiness. John, you took away my voice. John, you stole my life.

John, I writing to you to tell you that I’ve found my wings. John, I’m telling you that I’ve found my voice. John, I’m telling you that I’m no longer a scared little girl but a strong, fierce and unchained woman. John, I write to tell you that you no longer hold power over me.

Oh, John? I also wanted to say that I’m no longer afraid to say your real name. Alex!

Yours truly,

Storm