Words Left Unspoken

Jacob's Letter.

                                                                                                                                                           April 28, 2009

Dear Jacob,

I’ll keep this note short and sweet.

Although we hardly knew each other, you somehow found a way to ruin my life. You talked to me what, all of three times?

And at that party, I guess I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You managed to catch me alone and started thinking with your dick. You forced yourself onto me and lied to Julia! You know, she really thought you cared about her…I guess she was wrong about you—very wrong.

You killed what little was left of our dying friendship. If there was any hope—you made sure to crushed it. Who does that?

Now, not only did you kill our friendship, but when you should have been hiding in shame, you actually had the gall to brag about what you did, exaggerating everything until maybe even you believed it. You spread the rumors like wildfire because being Mr. popular: captain of the jocks, you just can’t survive without having something to brag about, can you?

Then, there was the bullying—your ever-petty girlfriend’s attacks look like nothing compared to what you did to me. You left me with more than a puffy cheek. You actually beat me up.

I ached for days afterwards. Not just from the physical wounds, but from the damage you inflicted in my mind. Your harsh, thoughtless words left their mark—even if you couldn’t see them. You knew nothing about me, and assumed everything, making up the cruelest words to fill in the gaps when you ran out of things to say. I couldn't escape it.

You used your popularity to condemn me to an everlasting nightmare.

I hope you can live with yourself—I couldn’t continue with these memories destroying my life.

Goodbye,

Gracie.