I. Introductory

Send me courage. Remind me of my fearlessness, whisper to me secret strength, scream at me of my resilience, for I know I must tell secrets I wished to take to the grave. 

I must drink on black magic and dine on memories. It just might replace some emptiness with purpose. 14 years ago to the day, I saw it. What a few humans out here really are. Which is that they’re not. This is the trick. Oh, I know it sounds very dramatic. They love that. The doubt feeds them. Everything is a mask, almost every move, a play. Have you ever had an enemy? A true foe? All they seek is your destruction. These ones, for them, it’s sport. I know I’m not the only one because now I know how to see it. I see it thousands of miles away; my body on constant alert for the ones like this. I know the real danger, the very serious threat that they are. How easily we die at their hands and no one knows why…

I know why. 

Today, I name my abuser but more importantly I name the crime. This crime exists. It happens more than you know. It happened to me. This is who did it to me. It’s still happening everywhere, to all kinds of people. We can never speak, no one can ever know. I feel this in my blood. Speaking brings the pain alive more than ever. No one can help us. But I’m going to change that. For all that I love, I have to be one of the ones to change it. I’m nervous. No time to care about that. 

I’m alive.