Task 002: An Open Letter
I don't know where you are, and I can't say for sure whether I care about that or not. The one thing that I do know is that you have occupied my mind, rent-free, for far too long. It ashames me that I cannot seem to go a single day without you invading my thoughts. It's been ten years since I last saw you, standing in my parents' living room. I can still taste the metallic air, thick with the smell of blood. When I close my eyes I can still see that knife in your hand, blood dripping from the blade. There were a number of nights when I would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming. It is all thanks to you, Preston.
Because of you, people thought I was crazy. I pleaded for someone to see me, someone to hear me. Thanks to you, I went unheard. They locked me away, put me in a cement room. Sometimes they would tie me down when I wouldn't take the medication. Me. The mousy brunette who wouldn't hurt a fly. I was seen as a danger to the people around me. Because of you, I became someone completely different than who I was. I had to learn how to be the person they thought I was while trying to maintain every part of my old self.
For ten years I lived in the shadow of what you have done. I grew up without getting the chance to attend my prom or even walk across the stage at my high school graduation. I got to celebrate my twenty-first birthday drinking sparkling grape juice because real alcohol would mess with the medication. My life took a complete one-eighty. I adapted and I pushed forward because I would not allow you to take my soul. All while you ran away, too afraid to face what you've done. You let me take the blame.
Wherever you are,