I know that I already have a story published called Gardens of Eden. But between school and band and summer camp, I completely lost the inspiration to write it. But please check out my new story. (It's a Degrassi-fied version of the Shakespeare play, Macbeth. I thought it fit well.) This prologue will make sense later on.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Degrassi
Dear Clare,
It began with a simple idea. No; a simple desire. I wanted to create something that people would remember- something they'd talk about and think about for weeks on end. I was going to write a masterpiece. It had taken me three weeks to decide on the premise. Hell, I even sacrificed endless hours of sleep and hunger so I could have time to write it. But still, for those three weeks, I found myself staring at sheets of blank paper. I couldn't concentrate. The voices in my head were whispering incoherently, and despite the little red pills I took, they wouldn't shut up. Then one day, it finally hit me: a story about a man with demons residing in his brain. They would tear the nerves with their sharp teeth, claw at the skull, and taunt you in your sleep. It was the perfect story; at least I thought so at the time.
I know what you're thinking (I always know what you're thinking). You think that I've finally snapped; that Eli Goldsworthy has finally succumbed to insanity after all these months. The scary thing is, all that might be true. Actually, I think I lost my mind a long time ago. I've made one too many mistakes. I've done things that I wish I could take back. And I just wanted to say that you weren't one of them. You were the only thing in my life that was good. You made me feel so happy, so calm. Being with you made me see the world in a different light. You made me feel...sane. I thank you for that.
But I had to do it, Clare. You wouldn't have understood unless you were walking in my shoes. I had to get rid of her, it was the only way I could finish my project. Every day she mocked me. Every day she pointed out my flaws, my weaknesses. Every day I had to deal with that bitch. She wouldn't shut her goddamn mouth. That pathetic excuse for a human being. She was a bitch, Clare, she was…
I'm sorry I pulled you in to this hell of a nightmare called my life. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt you, to drag you into all of this. I love you so much, more than you could even imagine. And I hope that by leaving you alone, your life could return to normal. Don't worry about me, everything's already fucked up and there's no way of fixing it.
The blood won't wash off. I've tried the acid, but the stains are still there. Imogen did the same, but now the palms of her hands are burnt. She won't stop crying because of it. I wake up to the smell every morning; that horrible, putrid smell. She picks at the skin and cries like a fucking baby. Good riddens, since this is all her fault...
My mind is wandering again. I don't have the strength to write any more words. I'm sorry about everything. I know reading this won't be easy, but I just had to apologize. I had to tell you I'm sorry and that I love you. This was the only way to do so. Tell Mason I love him.
Sincerely, yours forever, Eli