Yurio X Reader

Chapter 15 // Another Another Cliffhanger

Word Count: 1686

Started: April 15 

Ended: April 29 

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**There are some parts relating to depression, suicide, etc. I'm sorry if this is sensitive for you so read with caution. This chapter is vital for the main part of this story, so please read.**

Dear (Y/N),

I'll be blunt with you, something you deserve, I hate you. You were a mistake, I never wanted you, but your dad convinced me it would work out. Asher was my child... you were not. You ruined my life. You don't know, but I was a very talented ballerina. The best of the best. After Asher was born I thought I would have to give up on my dream, but I overcame it. I was the best in my class... years later I was pregnant with you. I was in denial for the longest time.... my dreams once again on hold. This time, permit. I kept dancing for a couple months, and one day I got an offer to dance in the MOST prestigious ballet. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, one that could make or break my career, one that would make me famous. And I couldn't take it because of you. YOU are the one who ruined my life, my dreams, my future, you are my personal hell. Compared to your brother you are a piece of shit... that doesn't even express my feelings, hell it's actually insulting to shit. Everyone told me a parent's unconditional love would be enough even if you were not intended. It was not. As you grew older I despised you even more for preventing me from my future. The mother you grew up with was fake, all acting. I never once meant any of the loving things I said or did. As you grew up, from the time you came into this world to the time I died, I wanted to make your life hell. Payback for every fucking thing you did that ruined in my life. Depression ate at me, you know I never had issues like these before I had you. Your father began to grow apart from me and the family... my depression and our differences caused this. Not only did you ruin my career as a worldrenounding ballet dancer, but my marriage.

I'm writing this so you know the truth, mainly for me because I don't want the burden of thinking you still care for me. If you don't know by now, I fucking hate everything about you, (Y/N). You are the cause of my pain and suffering. If you are reading this I died... the reason why is simply because my last wish was for you not to mourn me and DON'T come to my funeral. This is my last dying wish, or your fucking presence will probably follow me into the depth of hell where I reside now... hopefully in peace. After your father's death, I couldn't be around you alone your presence made me want to die... which as you might have guessed was the reason for my suicide. YOU, are the reason for my death, my depression, and my misery.

Sincerely, your "mother"

P.S. Be a good person, go to church, become religious or some shit. I don't wanna see you in hell.

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**Readers POV**

As I read the note, I am overwhelmed by grief and rage. Why would she write this, she couldn't have possibly thought this about me. It can't be true! I shake my head in denial in hopes that I'm just dreaming. "Why? Why is this here, you had this all along and you just kept it here." I say, hurt.

"I swear I meant to burn it! I never wanted you to read it and know the truth about mom." He explains.

"Well, I do now! I can't believe you, mom and dad have been lying to me my whole life!" I scream.