A Life Lost

There are those who think she was just a druggy, a slut, a girl who partied and wasted her life. Why do people always assume the worst of the victim? I try to see both sides of the story but can’t help but see only one story. Here it is; Natalee was just your average teenager. Daddies little girl fresh out of high school with her whole life ahead of her. The first time she had a vacation without mom and dad on the beautiful island of Aruba. Natalee stepped off the plane full of energy and excitement. Her intent was to enjoy the beach and have a little fun with friends. Little did she know about the predator that waited for her. She spent time on the beach during the day and chatted with friends in the evening at a local night club. Then came Van Der Sloot. A selfish young man who cared about no one but himself, his intentions where different. Natalee was nothing to him, just a toilet to make a deposit in, his intent was to take what he wanted, what he felt he deserved, and pay nothing for it. He had no intension of winning anything, he had everything he needed in a few small pills. Fool well knowing liquor and drugs don’t mix he dropped them into her drink. Feeling woozy Natalee trusted the person she was with. A nice young man taking her back to her room where she can sleep it off without fear of anyone taking advantage of her. That may have been the last good thoughts she had before the horror that waited. He guided her to the beach, she may have resisted but she was almost powerless under the influence of that drug. He laid her down on the beach and began stripping her of her dignity. Inside she cried. Praying that he would stop. Dizzy and half conscious she knew what was happening to her but was powerless to stop it. Joran thrust him self inside her without a thought of respect, no respect for her virtue not even her life. Desperately she struggled but her muscles would not move. Horrified she used up every bit of physical energy and was only able to shake as she lost consciousness and fell into a drug induced comma. Joran had stolen everything she had. He stole her virtue, robbed her of her virginity, and then her life. Everything she had he robbed, then discarded what was left to even rob her family of a decent funeral. Dumping her body in the sea he took those last shallow breaths so small only a doctor could detect. This man (who by his own words) placed a human life below that of a worthless dog. Van Susteren gave him too much respect when she only called him a “Cocky Nasty Kid” I have one word for him. A MURDERER!