Dear diary,
I walked around with the bag on my shoulder. I gulped. Guilt clouded my vision with every step I took further into the airport trying to leave those horrible place. The bag felt heavy under my arms and I started remebering things. The gut feeling I had that night, the unforgiving look in his eyes, his face frozen in horror that still haunts me today. He deserved it, for attempting rape and thinking he would get away with it. He didn't know about the switch in my bra, but my dear,dear, deadly friend, it's what the element of surprise is all about. What I did.....what I did, was unforgivable, but then again, the only person that I yearn for forgiveness from is the person, in this bag, on my shoulder.
-Her
