I've never had many regrets in life. I like to look at the things that happen as building blocks. All interlocking to make me the person I'm meant to be, but there is one night that, looking back, I would change everything. And that was the night that I saved my rapist's life... At the time I didn't know who he would turn out to be. It felt right, like the only choice. But now that I know what his part in my story is, I desperately want to edit him out. You see I could have altered my entire course. Avoided one of the most traumatic events of my life, and maybe even the severe depression I occasionally suffer from. But I chose to help and offer solace to a lost soul... I never thought I could be capable of such thoughts, but as it turns out, I wish I would have let the fucker die...
