Her name was Hannah.
You let me be her friend because you knew her life was just as fucked up as mine.
His name was Tyler.
You were his friend because he was just like you.
And you hated that.
You wanted to take him down from the inside.
And I think part of you wanted both of us.
Hannah.
Me.
You.
It was sick and twisted.
Taboo.
You wanted to claim both of us for your own.
You wanted Tyler out of the picture.
You wanted to be Tyler.
His life seemed so perfect to you, didn't it?
Newsflash, honey.
You and Tyler were the same people.
The same person.
We saw it.
But you didn't.
You were...
Blind?
Maybe.
In denial?
More likely.
But Hannah and I were forming a bond that you might not have liked.
Or maybe you would have.
I'll never know.
She was my friend.
But she became more than that.
She was my best friend.
Even more than that.
She was my rock.
I could rely on her being there.
Because I knew you wouldn't let her be anywhere else.
Tyler finally got bored of playing his little game.
He left.
You were happy.
You finally got us all to yourself.
You thought you were closing us off from loving anybody else.
You were wrong.
You forced us together.
And we loved it.
You planned out our whole future in your head.
And we loved it.
You made us spend more time together.
And we loved it.
We took advantage of it.
I loved her.
She loved me.
You were just there.
We were one step closer to beating you.
You were just more experienced in the beating department.