2/2/15
Dear Katie,
I don't know if you will ever receive this letter-- I don't even think you can get this letter... I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for your suffering. I'm sorry for your depression. I am sorry for your death. You were loved, Katie. I wish you could have healed, but your eyes were glazed over by darkness. Every time I saw you, you looked like you would break any minute. You had a beautiful heart, constructed in glass, in the form of a beautiful prism. Your veins were built of the finest silk webs. One day, it seemed you let a spider bite you. It entered your body and wove its webs around your heart. Your heart slowly died down and its light dimmed. The spider climed to your brain and buried itself in your cerebrum (the main part of your brain). It controlled you; making you a zombie in your own skin. Pretty soon those blackened webs were able to be controlled. As the spider got hungry, it preyed off your happiness. The spider began to infect you as it ate your brain. Half of your brain was gone I'm a handful of months. I tried to revive you. I tried to show you the good in life. Your eyes would light up as your memory came back, but that little demonic arachnid in you would inject its toxins, glazing your eyes over with darkness again. I witnessed you get worse and worse; trying to "excite" your life by committing crimes and poisoning your body. I could see the spider within you before you died. The day you died, your heart shattered when you have in to those plagued thoughts of nobody loving you. You gave in to a little spider I never knew the name of. I wish you stayed strong. You could have lived. Now, you can never get your license. You can never have a car. You can never experience your first love. You can never have a job and live on your own. You can never smile again. You were loved... and I hate you for being so selfish. How could you do this to me?! I'm on new medication now now because I am suffering with mixed emotions over you! I'm trying to forget about you but your image keeps haunting me. Why didn't you listen to us?! I loved you! I love you! BUT I HATE YOU! I LOATHE YOU!!! At least you're not suffering any longer from that damn spider.
Rest in peace,
Shannon
These were some side notes I wrote around the page:
Where do I send this?... When you're dead? I don't even know you anymore. Please tell me this is just a dream... You have to be alive! You can't be gone! You just can't... You were loved.