Dear Bully,
My mother was standing over me when my eyes fluttered open. Her face was even more beautiful than I remembered. She smiled warmly as she gently caressed my cheek. I couldn't help but cry tears of joy that we could be together again.
Suddenly her smile vanished and she whispered something so faintly that I couldn't hear her. Unable to speak, my eyes pleaded with her to repeat what she had said. "You have to..." was all I could hear the second time. Becoming increasingly frustrated, I implored her to repeat herself yet again.
"You have to wake up!", her masculine voice shouted. Only it wasn't her voice. She began to fade away and was replaced by you, my tormentor. Your eyes wild and teary as I awoke from my reverie.
In a frenzy you attacked the letters and notes on the walls; scratching and tearing them down. Running to the dresser you swept your hands across the top of it like a tidal wave hiting the shore. The razors and pill bottles flying onto the floor, where you immediately stomped them to pieces like Godzilla attacking Tokyo.
With your tornado of distruction completed, you returned to my bedside and gently grasped my hand. Without hesitation you leaned in and kissed me passionately; and not on the cheek! My eyes rolled back and a soft moan escaped my lips when you finally finished massaging them with yours.
Without saying anything further you left my bedside and began picking up whatever leftover pills remained in the room. You left briefly and I heard the toilet flush just before your return. Packing an empty red syringe and purple medical bottle into your fanny pack, you eyed me up with suspicion. "Don't ever do that again" you warned, before kissing my lips once more and climbing out the window.
-Your Victim
