Letter to my offender

I used to find humor in talking about myself in third person.
Do you remember this about Daleth? It was my usual lame attempt at being different. I found it to be entertaining but when you did it that night I found it horrifying. I laid awake all night remembering your words like a distant echo “come on, let Z*** have fun.” Now every time I hear your name that’s what I remember, that one sentence that started the worst night of my life.

–Daleth, age 18