Do not own Sailor Moon
Usagi's Letter
It hurts, I don't know how, or why, but it still hurts. For some reason when I get close or even look at you, it feels like my heart is being ripped out. Yet how can that even be possible, when you said I didn't have one, that I was just a monster through your eyes. Am I a monster to the world or just you?
I remember my mother telling me stories at bedtime long ago. In every story there was some type of monster trying to defeat the valiant prince who was only trying to save his beautiful princes. The monsters were always described as being wicked and heartless creatures. Is that the kind of monster you see me as?
Hearts are delicate little things, easily broken and deceived. Over the years I've seen so many wasted, it's not even funny, just because nobody looked or gave a care. Time without love and care made them wither and die. I worry that mine is slowly growing colder, that all the love I hold for you is leaving me and turning into something I do not want to know of.
They say there is a very fine line between love and hate, is that true? Is the love I hold turning into the one thing I hate, which is hate it's self. Are you turning me into the monsters I've heard so much about, or am I just already one and waiting for my transformation to be complete? Who's to say I am just a monster on the inside that is waiting for the right person with the key to unlock my inner demon.
All these questions and still no answers, do you see what you are doing to me? I am going so far as to question my own sanity. People love and hate others with no real moral, who is not to say you are too? Who's not to say I'm just delaying the inevitable.
I am tired of this little charade, where just playing the game of cat and mouse we both know who's who. The one thing I want to know is why you see me as the monster you claim me to be? Tell me before my time runs out, for who's to say I will not lose myself tomorrow like all the rest. Just give me an answer, any kind of answer soon, for I can not hold out much longer. Monsters eventually turn into demons.
I'm just going through a ruff time at home and needed to vent my anger. Sigh, R&R if ya want.
By the way I have no clue who she is writing to. If ya want, tell me who you think it is.