If Forever Exists ⇻ h.s.

⚡️ Re: My Secret ⚡️

Harry,

Do you know that my parents adopted me just three years ago? And a year before that, I was admitted on a local mental institution for troubled children in Arizona USA?

Shocking right?

Do you know want to know why, Harry?

If yes, then okay, I'll tell you my secret (I didn't tell this to anybody, so please, I am begging you, don't tell a soul. And... Do not pity me. I've got enough of that from people who just pretended that they were concerned about me and I don't need that from you).

But if you decided that you don't want to hear some piece of crap from an obese teenager outside your door, then no problem. Just come outside and attend the funeral.

So, as I was saying the reason was this:

My father killed my mother.

Yes.

You've read that right. He did that.

He pulled the trigger in her head and then Bang! She's gone and I become this messed up child. Simple as that.

You see, my mother loved me very much. Whenever dad tried to hit me, she always stood in front of me and received every single blow...every single strike. She defended me and became my very shield.

I must admit, dad was a very lonely and twisted man.

He loved to punished us—hit us...touch us...and later on when he was sober enough, he would say that he's only doing those horrible things because he loved us.

He's a bastard, yes. But my mother loved him.

She's always reminding me that he's my dad and I should never be angry with him.

Oh Harry, just imagine a young girl, being hit by her dad almost every day and witnessed her dad doing the same torture with her mom. And some nights, that same dad would climbed into her bed and corrupt her...What do you think she will feel?

Of course she'll be mad.

I was mad.

And not just at my father, but also with my mom.

Do you know that I wished for her to die everyday? I hated her for defending that devil. I hated her for being selfless and sacrificing her own body to be hit instead of mine.

I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

But when I saw that bullet passed by her head, shattering her brain and splashing all her blood at me? I was like the one who got killed.

My mother, my dear and very loving mother...died because of me.

And she died, with me hating her.

And I didn't even have the chance to see her for the last time. I didn't even have the chance to say sorry. I didn't even have the chance to say 'I love you'.

The day of the funeral was the day when they admitted me in that wretched institution.

So you see? You're very lucky. You've got the chance to see your mother and your sister for the last time. You have that privilege to make amends...to whisper 'I love yous' in their casket. 

Harry, I know you're hurting. I know, you are blaming yourself.

I know you are in that dark place right now.

But let me help you...as a friend and as a neighbor.

I know you are not yet ready to see them go, but your family and your friends are there to support you.

You are not alone.

Your mother was a great and an awesome woman. In the short time that I knew her, she's always kind and loving to me. And your sister, by gods, I adore her! She's the most energetic and enthusiastic child I've met.

I know that I don't need to say this but I'll still say it. These two beautiful young women, need their son and their brother right now.

They need their Harry.

So please. For the last time...

-Fate