Dear Mother,
Why didn't you listen to me when I told you what they did to me? I didn't care if I cut the knife dangling over your head, but you didn't even of anything at all! No wonder you lived. I bet they paid you to ignore it. So my sanity had a price, and they bought it from you? Is that what went on behind your closed door? Oh wait, you were cheating on dad with every guy that merely spared a glance at you.
I bet you haven't even noticed I'm gone. I bet you'll never notice.
And, I don't think I care that you won't. You are one if the worst mothers ever created.
My clothes always smelt like your cigarettes and the house was drowned in the scent of alcohol. No one would come near me in fear that they would end up smelling so terribly. No amount of perfume or lotion could cover up the distasteful odor you reeked of. I'm sorry I never amounted to anything like Rebecca, I guess that was your fault though. You always encouraged her more and never let me have any chance. I hate you for that. I hate you for stunting every part of me.
You hardly deserve even getting a letter.
I never want to see you again,
The Run Away
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely, The Run Away
Short StorySee, I'd tell you the story of the Run Away, but she's a little finicky. She might find out I've told you, and come for me. I suppose that is my fate, if my destiny is to tell her story. I guess I can tell you then. First, I'll share her letters...
