It was all there
It's been two years and I still don't forgive the police for dropping my case after feigning an investigation. I told you where it happened. You just had to go there. He was there. My clothes would have been in his trash bags by then. But they were there. His bed sheets weren't washed yet. My DNA was still there. Just because I'm a girl that told you to call me a boy, doesn't mean I'm not a victim of kidnapping and rape that deserves justice. I hate what he did to me. But I hate what you did to me more.