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It’s not fair.
It should have been me.
He is murdering women who bear a resemblance to me, with their dark hair and light-colored eyes.
Young.
Carefree.
Happy.
Dead.
Did she beg for mercy when he tortured her?
Did she think about the things she would never get to do?
The life she would never live as she died.
He is toying with me.
Letting me know he is close, and he is in control.
Despite the FBI's claim of catching him years ago, I always had a lingering feeling that he was still out there.
Watching me.
Waiting for me.
When he kidnapped me, I would retreat to the dark abyss of my mind when the pain was too much to bear, and I would let my mind wander to the future I thought I had lost.
The love I would never experience.
The family I would never have.
The lives I would never save as a doctor.
All gone.
With each murder, a sense of guilt overwhelmed me.
I couldn’t help but blame myself. If I had only been stronger and had only fought harder for justice, maybe things would have been different.
Maybehewould be rotting in prison, and not the man I was convinced was innocent.
Memories of the violence I endured years ago resurfaced, paralyzing me just as I thought I was finally getting a grip on this survivor thing.
I felt his malevolent presence creeping back in, enveloping my strength and crushing it beneath his evil grip.
But that’s the twisted nature of surviving.
The onlookers tell you that they admire your courage and strength, but then they get bored and move on to the next interesting tragedy in someone else’s life.
They move on.
But you don’t.
How could I?
