How is it fair that you’re dead and I’m left to deal with what you did? You’re sleeping peacefully for eternity and I spend every night either unable to sleep or forced to relive that moment over and over in my dreams.
I’m angry. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt someone because I have no way to let go. I have and by association you have ruined every relationship I’ve ever been in because I can’t let any girl I’ve ever loved past the walls that won’t come down. All because you were a monster in the guise of a guardian. How many others? You had nothing but opportunities, it was a school.
If there’s a hell, I hope you’re burning in it, you vindictive whore.