THEY told me to fight you.

Told me that I’d be missing out on some “good items.”

I never did. So now you’re still here, on the internet.

Torturing me. Torturing us.

About the plan, the forest, and anything else you can dig up.

You act like you don’t know what you’re doing.

You act like you’re making this information up.

I KNOW YOU’RE NOT JUST TRYING TO SELL THINGS!

You really turned one of her favorite games into a constant reminder of HER TRAUMA?

You’re emailing me like nothing ever happened.

Like you NEVER tried to take my SOUL!

I see you now, just as much as I see her sister.

I can’t even play piano with you in my head.

SO YOU MOCKED ME! YOU PLAYED THE PIANO FOR ME!

SAID YOU DID IT BETTER.

YOU’RE A PUPPET, JUST LIKE I WAS.

YOU CANT EVEN ACCOMPLISH ONE THING WITHOUT THE STRINGS PULLING YOU.

I’M GOING TO OPEN A NEW FOUNTAIN IN THE LIBRARY AND KILL YOU MYSELF.



This is where she’d say that she’d call me… but she can’t read this.

It’s peaceful. I can yell as long as I want.

Maybe I don’t need phone therapy.

Maybe I need something to scream at.

Then I can still look normal at school, then I won’t get the “are you okay?” from everyone.

We both know something about calls, don’t we?

I don’t even know why we’re arguing….

We’re coworkers.