A.N. Just so you know, I want constructive criticism. If you came here for flaming, you may as well leave. I also don't want you questioning what I ship, as I ship whatever I want to ship. I'm not going to write the person who wrote the letters until the end where he/she signs off. Requests and ideas are welcome, but not all will be used. Other than those warnings, we're fine. There will be swearing, that's the reason why its rated T.
Dear Silena,
I fucking hate you. You know that, right? I hate you and you know it. You are a traiter and a coward. Even though you died a traiter, you will always be the one that I trusted, a misplaced trust. I thought you were the only one who CARED. Cared when I cried myself to sleep every night, cared when I acted out to be noticed. It was you and me against the world! where did all that go? Was it all an act? Where did all the late nights giving each other makeovers, those bittersweet strawberries go? Now you're just going to abandon me while I try to shield myself against the world, with the responsibility of the head counsellor. How can I protect all of these innocent hearts from being tainted by the poison of the outside world when I can't even protect myself? It was your job, and YOU had to go and betray us, YOU were the one who did that, not me. So why is everyone treating you like a hero. why does everyone overlook your bad choices? why do they do that to you but not to me?
Why? Why did you become charmed by Luke? If your precious CHARLIE didn't die, would you have sacrificed yourself? WOULD YOU? Would you have done it if he was not waiting for you in Elysium? I hope your proud of yourself.
From your dear sister,
Drew.
A.N. How was that? It's short but I didn't have time and I wanted to get this story started. I won't update every day but every once in a while, yes.
bye!