A/N: This was written for one of my dearest friends. She was raped and had no idea who did it. She is still waiting for justice. 10.21.10- HER EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY. What a day, it began wonderfully and ended in sorrow..

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I couldn't believe what just happened to me. I'm laying on the wood floor in my living room. I look around at the disaster and I can't believe this has just happened to me. I'm the voice of victims, and I let this happen. No, I didn't let this happen. The room is a mess and blood is covering the floor. I reach for the purse covered in blood and search for the metallic rectangle. I finally find it and dial a familiar number.

911, what's your name and emergency?

I try to focus. I can't even think straight. Then without thinking, I answer the operator on the other side.

My name is Casey Novak.

I was raped.

What is your location?

I tell her my location, praying that they would hurry.

The woman starts asking more questions, but I can't pay attention to her. My mind isn't working properly. I hear the woman again after a brief pause.

Ms. Novak, did you see who attacked you? Can you describe the person? Did you see what direction he fled?

I see the trail of blood then realized what I had done.

I killed my rapist.

She pauses again, most likely trying to come up with something to say. There isn't much she can say. I now know how the victims feel when I try to comfort them and make them feel better. Finally she opens her mouth.

Stay where you are, the police are on there way.

An idea crosses my mind. I look at the phone, then back at man that attacked me.

Tell them I am an Assistant District Attorney with the Manhattan District Attorney office. Have them call Special Victims Unit detective Olivia Benson. Tell her to not bring her partner along.

He will find out when he comes home to find CSU tearing this place apart. I think he is in DC right now anyway. If he is, that will buy me some time to think this through.

The woman says they are on there way. I put the phone down and lay back down. Blood makes me dizzy, I see it all around me. I have to lay down. The dark red ooze is still flowing out of the two gunshot wounds in his chest. I study his features; he is tall, had dark brown hair, and was decent looking. He didn't look like any rapist I had to see daily. He looked so normal, nothing like what any other person would believe a rapist to look like. But I do know. I know that a rapist could look like anything. Hell, a rapist could look just like me and no one would ever know. It is sick, but it's the truth. I touch my forehead to brush my hair out of my face. I realize I am bleeding. I look at my body and realize unmentionable places are bleeding as well. I begin to lose consciousness. I hear the sirens coming closer. I hear the woman ask if I'm alright. I know if I sleep now, I'm not going to die. I slowly let my eyes close as I hear footsteps coming towards my front door.

My name is Casey Novak.

I was raped.

And I killed my rapist.

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I know it is short. And it isn't how it happened to my friend. But I just needed to get this out. I wrote it seven months ago. I found it on my laptop and figured, what the hell, I made it. It's mine.