Nine months ago, I served my own personal brand of punishment on those
that kept their silence when I was raped.
Nine months ago, I was the voice that found justice for a beautiful young life, viciously slain in her prime many years ago, and helped her grieving mother to finally find peace.
Nine months ago, I saw this rapist/killer escorted to jail in handcuffs and now, I reign from his old throne.
Nine months ago, my horrid nightmares were finally quieted after eviscerating the snake’s body and crushing its evil head.
Two weeks before the trial of Olin Kemper was scheduled to begin, the dreams came back. Haunting, disturbing dreams that I can’t escape nor understand.
A week ago, I realized that I didn’t kill the snake; I just wounded it.
And it’s back with a vengeance and after us all.
