Breaking My Things
By Katy
You always had to take my things and break them.
One of my very first memories of the Wammy House is you ripping my favourite teddy from my arms and tearing it's head off.
After that you always had to trash things I owned, things I cared about and things I liked.
You used to break up the things I would build, blow down my card towers, pull apart my lego cities...
You once got so mad at me that you broke into my room and smashed a good deal of the up too.
Then you left.
We found out the news of L's passing and you walked out. That was when you broke something else, something that wasn't mine, something that I cared enough to fix. Eventually I did fix him, put the pieces back togetherand then he wasn't yours anymore. He was mine.
But you always had to take my things and break them.
He was no different, only you really, really needed to break him because it stung you because I had taken him from you, even though you had tossed him away like something you didn't even care about. Then you realised that you could not take him back.
So you did as you do with everything of mine that you can break.
You broke him.
You broke him beyond repair.
For the first time I do hate you.
I'll always hate you.
I grant you respect in that I couldn't have defeated Kira without you. But you could have chosen differently.
But like always you made the wrong choice to spite me. It cost us Matt's life. And yours.
And no. I will not forgive you.
