Was that true? 

Was it that easy to get your name besmirched by a man petty enough to mistake your affection for rivalry.  That any speck on your washlist of flaws be put under a microscope the moment you escape the woods, the moment you allow yourself to become vulnerable. That is when the weight of the boot comes down once more. Happy to admire a pretty thing as long as it doesn’t bare its teeth at them. Let it be known that despite my mortal volleys, my wish to be loved, I shall never fall for such simple trappings again.

If you could see me now dear Sophia would you be afraid. Scared of what this grief has twisted me into. The scars lining my arms now climb up my body like spiderwebs, soon they will lay eggs inside the emptiness that has become my chest. If this mutation is what finally undoes me then, so be it. 

They say that the way people treat you, the way you are viewed. That is what you are in this world. The perception of others is forced upon you from the moment you let them anywhere near you. The joke is on them. For once all is numb what is there even left to care about. What is left is only enjoyment with a bittersweet after taste. Let the sweet liquor mother nature makes so readily available course through my veins and become thicker than blood. Blood that has started to boil inside black veins. 

A nobody is how I came into this world, it is how I will leave it. No one’s last name will stain my tombstone. I am a child to none and home to fewer. Let me be disliked instead of adored. Let the last bits of irony carry me to the finish line. This last twist life has brought me will be its last. 

Shadow, scourge upon their homes? Threat to their noble ways of life. All would have been burned if it wasn’t for you sweet Sophia. Let the memory of what could have been haunt you till the day you die. Then, and only then, will we meet again.