Who am I? Girl, Interrupted

It's been awhile since my last post. I haven't known what to say. Yesterday, a bag of Mom's correspondences with Virginia Beach officials popped up. It's a lot of her begging for help, since we got taken into foster care in 2000. I saw a picture of myself and Carri, India and Toulle, back when we were innocent. I miss being innocent.

I'm going to court with my mom on Thursday. I'm going to stand in front of that judge and tell him how Louis Capois molested and abused me. I don't know how he'll take it. I don't care. I just want justice. I want him to be held accountable for what he did to us. When I'm 30 I'll need to a cane or a back brace or worse. I'm 3 months pregnant and terrified of what it's going to feel like when I get bigger. I've been in constant pain for 11 years. I've had constant nightmares about him for 11 years. I want him to feel the fear and terror that I feel when he goes to prison and someone is touching him when he doesn't want to be touched.