i could have had such sweet revenge on one of the girls who raped me as a child. i could have killed her son. just two days ago i could have thrown him down the stairs. i really wanted to. i still want to. but she wasn’t there and she couldn’t have witnessed the death of her only child. and i still want to see all the happiness leave her eyes so it wouldn’t have been a good revenge. i need to see it, i need to see all the light leave her eyes and the horror on her face as she witnesses her son’s mangled body. revenge will have to wait.
