I know you must be wondering why I now feel an intense amount of pain and why my face streams down with waterfall ever since you came.
"Oh my dearest Jacob,"
I dearly hope this first letter melts your heart.
The pain... I wasn't sure it was real until you came. The love I once had was lost on a rainy night, and the aftertaste it left in my mouth, and the whole of me was numbness. I could burn myself with gasoline, and a lighted match stick and feel nothing.
The poignant smell of blood and the rot that comes from unchecked burn of flesh was nothing to me - No feelings attached. And I could travel a thousand miles without breaking a sweat. Like I stated, life ended on that rainy slippery night of vigorous romantic love affair.
The night that turned my back to love and my eyes to flashes of light. The separation that came from a home filled with Christmas light, the warmth from knowing they were there and laughter that rang from the kitchen or bedroom during our 'Family cooking time' or 'Playtime with pillow'. I believe life was fairer to me then, but now, the moments I speak from feel blurry by day as I have now been born to a new reality. But before they finally get erased from my memory, I decided to send them to you.
I did tell you about the flashes of light, or did I not mention it in my first words to you?
Oh yes! You must want to know about that and I will tell it to you so you can read this letter again.
I have always been a great lover of brightness. I loved the light so deeply because they were there, but my love for the light became a serum injected into my veins when it blinded me. The sharp light from the vulture pen critics who called themselves reporters' cameras was the first that razed me when the doctor told me of their death.
Two wonderful beings and two others who believed it was just another job not knowing they would be caught in the crossfire.
My father was an honorable man. I didn't need a word from the mouths of others to tell me that. He loved my mother dearly and treated her as queen and that got me so jealous that I vowed to find a man like him so that I could pay my parents back for their years of torturing me with their love lives.
It was beautiful indeed.
My mother was the very first replica of angels that came to earth to serve humanity. Was it her skin I should speak of?- silky and fine like a century old wine. Her bright smile could melt a gold bar on ice. Her character and sense of humanity speak high volume with her actions. I emulated her character without even trying as she led me to it.
While my father was a lawyer, my mother was an event planner. And just like every other case regarding high elites who 'bring in' narcotics, young slender pretty ladies who have been kidnapped, drugged and trafficked through the border without a pass and break the legs of anyone who tries to even sneeze, my father... May his gentlest soul now rest in peace, who was an honorable man and wanted a world where his beautiful wife and daughter could live went ahead and shook the honey bee by gathering evidence and attacking the elites responsible for this.
However, fate was against my dear father. They must have searched for a lot of ways to find faults with my father throughout his years but my father, just like my mother, was a handsome angel sent to earth to serve and clean the venomous filth on earth. There was no dirt on my father and then came the plan.
They used my mother - May her gentlest soul now rest in peace. They used her as bait to get to my father. First, they didn't just want dirt anymore, they wanted to lock my father's lip tight with the dirtiest oil on his white angel cloth and wings in a way he won't be able to open his mouth to speak against their will for him or my mother.
So, they sent someone to act like they needed my mother to plan an event. I could remember that day vividly. It never left my mind.
The sky was clearer than usual, and the sun shone proudly like it was mocking the earth because it knew the two angels were coming home. But, the sun didn't inform me. No! It made me giggle and bathe myself in its warmth with my eyes closed as I waited for my mother at home.
My mother must have gotten to the restaurant or was abducted on that sunny day. I know very well, which is why I am saying this- My mother was drugged so badly because the video that circulated of her sex scene after her death was enough to make the sky angry. And I believe that was why it rained heavily that night.
The same thing was done to my father, but in his case, he was sent pictures of my mother being drugged, which I now know after I started my cleanup of the earth too. My father rushed to the location they sent him, which turned out to be a hotel. In his mind, I knew he thought she was kept in one of the rooms when the hotel receptionist directed him to the room. He rushed over to the room only to catch off guard with a hit on the head.
And then... his misery began, too. He was also drugged, and the lady he was with danced sweetly on his lap as the moans of my father filled the room. Such an honorable man! many said with a look of disgust, but I knew better. Both my parents were put in a car with their separate partners and a few moments later...
Bam!! and the "Wee" sound of an ambulance, which took the four of them to the same hospital.
I must confess that I slept off while watching a movie to keep me awake for when my parents would come home. However, the annoying sound from the landline woke me up from sleep. With a very sleepy voice, I picked up the phone and the next... I found my feet out the door, managed to get a taxi from an old kind man while the rain washed my tears away as I ran to the hospital.
They called me because of my father, but I later found that my mother had also been a victim. A rainy night and two deaths led the reporters to the hospital.
The honorable man and his highly respectable wife were dead! That was what I thought the news would read or the reporters would bring. However, the flashes of light came with a question to my teenage self, "There are videos of your parents circulating online with explicit photos of their sexual lives with different partners, what do you have to say about this?" and the mic came closer to my lips as more flashes of light decorated my face.
I was alone. My thoughts were on fire, and my heart burned with great intensity. Tears were lost from my eye socket, and I felt this high snowball of rage begging to be let out, but... I laughed.
饾敄饾敠饾敜饾敨饾敘饾敗,
饾攭饾敮饾敩饾敧 饾敱饾敟饾敘 饾敪饾敘饾敨 饾敩饾敚 饾敱饾敟饾敘 饾敥饾敒饾敯饾敱 饾敒饾敨饾敜饾敘饾敥.
