I stared at the bright blue walls for so long. I used to love that colour. It used to be the colour of my room- the exact same shade. I thought that maybe if I think hard enough I could drift away whilst you touched me- go to a happy place, you know. I thought that I would think back to the time I lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, planning out my future. I thought I could do it. I couldn't. I couldn't get pass how wrong it felt to have you touch me. All of this was wrong but you did this to me. You tied me on the bed, leaving me bare so your eyes can be satisfied with my naked flesh. I wish you had covered my eyes so I didn't have to see your sick twisted smile as you pleasured yourself. Now your face haunts me in my dreams. --- Jasmine Thompson. A funny, optimistic and loud woman who was looking forward to spending the summer with her boyfriend and family. Little did she know that the blissful summer she had planned would be ruined by one man. This story is about a woman who writes to the man that harmed her. It explores the emotional trauma he caused her and how every little thing effected her. This man stole something from her that she kept sacred and he didn't have the right to steal it. Join Jasmine on the journey of finding her true self once again and accepting that flawed is perfect.