I can never forget your kiss. It's something that will stay with me forever. It was my first kiss, you know. I was only fourteen.

Fourteen years old. I thought kissing would be sweet, romantic, something to tell your grandkids about. I didn't realise it meant you pinning me to the wall, forcing your tongue down my throat, slimey lips swallowing my "No". You took away all my power.

And I don't know exactly what happened, because the next thing I can remember is running out of the nightclub I never should have been in, crying. When Beth managed to get it out of me, the 'kiss', she wanted to go back and kill you, but I couldn't let her. I was too afraid to see you again.

That was four years ago, and so you shouldn't still be haunting me, but you do. When I drink too much, I cry, shake in fear, scream till I hyperventilate. One night I had myself convinced that you raped me, because I was so scared, but logically, I'm sure that can't have happened. You violated me though, took my innocence. I was afraid to face you again then, but I'm not now. I'm tired of being scared. I'm reclaiming myself.

I can't forgive you or forget you, but I can move on. And that's what I'm going to do.