Dear Someone,
Someone. Someone will find this letter explaining. Explaining what? Nothing. Not how I'm going to die. Why I'm going to die. Nothing. All this letter is for is to say a few last words to a few people who I knew.
So Drake. If you're reading this letter I'm dead. And let's face it, you're happy. Didn't even know what that word meant until now, did you? I don't know why you stayed with me for so long. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer" applies nicely doesn't it? We were always on edge with the other around. Waiting for the first shot. You're a sick creep, Drake. You know it, I know it. I can hardly believe what Perdido Beach, The FAYZ, Coates looks like now. And I'm glad. It's probably just you. I hope you're happy.
Sam. Brother. Our mother gave me up and kept you. And, sadly, I can see why. Evil is inside of me. I am sick and twisted just like Drake. Who said I wanted to be good anyway? Believe it or not I like the hand I was dealt. Evil doesn't always lose. Sometimes it wins. I'll always be here, Sam. In your nightmares when Drake is beating you I'll be right there egging him on. It's only fair.
Astrid. Don't know why I'm writing you. Maybe to say goodbye? I'm never unsure of myself. So this is new. But I've got it now. You're here because we're alike. More so then you'd think. More so then you want. For starters we're both geniuses, though not in the same way. We both have some sort of authority over people. And we both grew up in wealthy families. I hope Drake doesn't hurt you too bad. I kind of liked you.
Diana. I love you. You may think I'm lying, or that I can't feel love, and maybe you're right. Maybe all I feel for you is lust. But it's my feeling, emotion, flaw whatever you want to call it. And I'm not sorry that it's there. I know you love me back. I've seen the way you look at me and how you don't push me away instantly when we kiss. I know you'll be sad when you read this. I know that you'll wish it hadn't ended this way. But maybe not. It might be my ego talking. You could be sneering as you read this, wondering why I had to spill my guts in a letter. You might have been manipulating me this whole time. And I admit I've used you to. I made you go into battle for me and I've nearly killed you out of anger. Power is everything to me. I am a sociopath. I'm not afraid to admit it. So, maybe I don't love you. I really don't know. But whatever happens I wish you the best. I'll be waiting for you.
Wherever I may be.
Diana quickly stuffed the letter back into the envelope. She had just found it tucked away in a drawer of the Headmaster's desk.
Caine, Fearless Leader, had been back for a while now.
He hadn't been killed.
She pawed at a tear. She couldn't understand why he hadn't said all those things to her face.
She already knew what she would say.
"I love you," She whispered and silently left the room.