Vengeful spirit's

The leafs rustled as the soft wind dangled around it, droplets of water were visible on the brown plants making it look eternal it was autumn anyways so brown leaves were scattered all over the ground. My mind was void, I couldn't think of anything but his filthy hands on mine, no matter how hard I scrubbed and scratched I couldn't get the feeling of his slimy hand off. I couldn't cry anymore, I feel like I've exhausted the water in my eyes, my eyes were red already. No one asked what was wrong, they all acted like everything was okay. It's not I feel like ending it all. The monster is still out there no one believed me they all thought it was just another drunken night, that I was making up stories and just like almost every rape case the guy was set free and I was put in therapy for a year and that's just the type of shit that happens to every woman who has been violated by a man. Sitting on a bench , I vowed I would never be defenseless against a man ever again my anger grew each time I thought about it , my thoughts even gets darker when I think about ending him , killing him in the most brutal way is all I can think about. I wouldn't not rest till I've gotten what I want which is to see his dead body laying down on my feet as i smile in contentment.