Scarlet

I can’t think that I’d

ever torture anyone

the way they tortured

me.

But, then again,

revenge is different.

Ever heard of an eye

for an eye? Hmm…

See, I’d love to wipe the smirks

off their pretty, little faces.

I’d love to show them who’s boss.

How can you get

off on torturing

a little girl? You

must be tough to

take control over

a six year old, huh?

Disgusting.

It makes me sick.

                                    I want to prove                                  that I am not the little

girl I was before.                                            I want to                                             prove that

no one can just walk all over me anymore.                       

Then again,

maybe revenge isn’t in order.

Maybe I owe them a thank-you.

Seriously, if it weren’t for all those

low-down,

dirty,

scummy,

bastards,

I wouldn’t be the Scarlet I am today.

I wouldn’t know how to

persevere,

I wouldn’t have a

backbone.

I would be a wimp,

a baby, a

victim.

Well, I have news for you.

I’m a survivor,

a role model, a person.                                             And I will        never  be a victim again.