Dear cousin George,

I remember when I was 7. You came over to stay the night with us. You and I were watching a movie and I got cold, so I grabbed my blanket. I sat right beside you and after awhile you started molesting me. I trusted you and that's what I get from trusting you!? Your still alive and every time I used to see you because you were always at the same place that I liked to go eat at. Every time you get very close to me, I start to panic. That last time you was there, I told you to fuck off and don't touch me! I said it so loud that every one stopped eating and talking to see what the hell was going on. I don't like being around you, seeing you around, talking to me, touching me even though it's not sexual. I just want you to disappear out of my sight and out of mind kind of thing.
© Charlotte B.