Violent Delights | Oliver Queen [1]

[Fourteen]

Dear Ollie,
I spent the week in Central City today. I met a nice kid. Well, I say kid, he's only a few years younger than us. Barry Allen is his name. He's so bubbly and funny and even slightly awkward at times.

But he makes me laugh, he makes me smile. He makes me happy Ollie. And I haven't felt happy in a long long time.

He wants to become a forensic scientist. I know he will get there. But, like with everyone recently, I couldn't get close to Barry. It's too dangerous. He's just a kid, and he's so hopeful. I only the other hand, am nothing but a black abyss. I'm toxic Oliver, I poison those around me.

And I can't risk it. I can't risk hurting anyone else.

I need you Oliver, you were the only one that I could ever talk to. But, I don't think I could talk to you about this. Because I would know what you would say. I know how you would feel.

You wouldn't like me Oliver. You wouldn't like the person that I have become. You would be utterly disgusted with what I have become. I'm not the sweet little Amelia that you grew up with Oliver. God, I wish I could be that girl again. But like you Oliver, she's dead. Dead and gone, never to come back.

And I've learned to live with that. It is time that everybody said goodbye to Amelia Smoak.

It's time I say goodbye.

- Mia xx

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Amelia gritted her teeth as she punched the boxing bag again. She had been there for about an hour, and hadn't stopped. She had so much anger locked up within her, until eventually she exploded. She had just found out that Oliver was the vigilante, but of course she didn't find that out from Oliver. His mother had been shot at, again, Amelia didn't find that out from Oliver. And to top it all off, Amelia had just found out that Oliver was sleeping with some girl called Helena Bertinelli.

And once again, Amelia did not find that out from Oliver.

Long lines of scarlet blood lined Amelia's hands from where the rough leather had broken her skin. Sweat droplets glistened on her forehead and tears made her vision blurry.

She was just so angry.

Amelia screamed and threw another punch at the bag, it swung back and forth on the chain and Amelia stood back, breathing heavily. She wiped her hands on a towel she had brought with her before leaving the warehouse.

She walked home, enjoying the silence. It was dark, but Amelia had always preferred the night. That was when the monsters came out to play. That was where the secrets were held, when the voices whispered.

And tonight, Amelia was one of those voices.

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Amelia kicked the wall in her bedroom, seething in anger. Her door flung open and in walked a flustered Felicity.

"What's wrong?" She asked her twin.

Felicity hadn't seen Amelia like this in a long time. Her expression was murderous and her posture stiff. Her jaw was clenched and her stare looked like it could burn holes.

"What's wrong? That bastard is what's wrong. I hate him. No, I despise him. All those years, all of them. Only to find out that he's a backstabbing, lying son of a bitch." Amelia screamed.

"I'm assuming you're talking about Oliver?" Felicity questioned awkwardly.

"Of course I'm talking about Oliver. Everything is always about Oliver. Oliver Queen, the playboy, millionaire." She shouted.