you are the monster

    The memory is vague, isn't it? I doubt you'd remember it. How long has it been? Years? A decade? You can't remember, can't you? Well of course you wouldn't. You never cared at all. Perhaps I should refresh your memory.

    Your daughter, she who smiled so brightly, a ray of sunshine. Her laugh lifted anyone who heard it. She was so cheerful. We loved her, we adored her. But you never did anything good for her. How she would bring her work, all the effort she'd spent, and you threw it away without even looking at it. You broke her heart. All she wanted was to make you proud. But all she received was nothing but rejection.

    It all got worse and worse. As she grew up, you began to treat her like your own personal toy. You wanted to make her "perfect", something of your image, something different of who she already was. You wanted her to become what you couldn't be. If she didn't do anything right, you'd belittle her, saying how flawed she was, an error, an imperfect soul. It was as if she kept being "less than perfect", she was a complete failure to you. That's when she had snapped, she couldn't be herself anymore.

   She had gone and fallen into her pit of despair, and you just kept pushing her in more and more. That hurt her, it hurt us. To see her be so broken to where she believes that she is of no worth, because she wasn't "perfect". Her soul, her image, it deteriorated right before our eyes. But nothing, there was absolutely nothing that could prepare us for this...

    It all happened so quickly, oh how it tore us apart. There she was, dangling from a noose she'd made. Lifeless, pale, nothing left of her. Just her empty shell of a body, a corpse. We all fell down in despair, but not you. You were only surprised, and... disappointed. You could never be fazed, no, not at all. Even if you were the one who drove her into this mess. You did not care. Not one bit.

    Ah, are you remembering it all now? Why are your eyes like glass? Is that guilt? Pity? Why? Because you're just now realizing just the kind of monster that you are? The failure? You are pathetic. Disgusting. Instead of her, it should have been you. You're disgraceful. We would have preferred to have her here instead of your utterly pathetic presence. Monster. You KILLED her. Are you doubting yourself now?

    The damage has already been done. We cannot bring her back. Neither can you redeem yourself. You're better off dead. No one wants to see you around anymore. You've taken our sunshine away. And that's exactly why you've prepared the noose.

    It is time that you never show yourself up ever again...