It's dark and damp. Walls seal me in. They say I oppress my mind, but it is my body that is oppressed. My mind is free to roam the world yet my body can't be free. What day is it, I haven't got a clue, and all I know is that it rains constantly. A steady drip persists on in my lonely room. What did I do to deserve this, I may never know. If I cry just one more time it will be insanity's plea.
On the wall behind where I lie is the message I left behind. The very one I read to you before I took my life. No one knows how I managed with the jacket on. But allow me just a moment and I will tell you how. Listen close my dear, for it is about to get quiet loud in here. My death has caused a stir you know.
I'm not sure how much you remember, or if you will even listen seeing what I have done to you. I admit I was cruel, but I did warn you. Welcome me with open arms as you always have. You were to kind, to innocent. You don't remember anything do you? Then I shall kindly remind you of whom and what we were.
My name is Veronica, you had always called me V, and it was simpler. When we met we were young my dearest April. Yes your name is April, like the month of the year, correct. Much like the month the sun always shown in your emerald eyes, your blonde hair as bright as a clear spring day dear April. When you spoke your voice was a soft as a chirping sparrow. You were a short little thing, cute as a button. Too bad you couldn't keep up with me, you were well, too slow to comprehend my plans in life. You would've made a great partner. Truly a shame. But what about me you ask, well. I'm much more complicated. You never understood me when you were still breathing; hopefully death has allowed you to expand your mind.
Well my dear I am quite the opposite of you. My hair is black as midnight, my eyes grey and cold as steel. My voice is coarse, only roughened with age. I was never well behaved, well liked, or even accepted. Yet even so I deserved better than I got. You and I were locked away after my genius failed just once. The authorities said we were a threat to society, and couldn't be set free. What we did was truly unthinkable, but would have gone unnoticed until you say that boy. Damn you and the boy! My apologies my dear, I am not in the right to yell. I shall remind you what you did to us so that you may understand my anger.
Dear April if you haven't realized you were not simply a friend who followed my every whim. You were my step sister. You see, my mother died when I was young, and my dad worked out of town. I did what I wanted how I wanted, and I got away with it to. Even got away with murder once, oh I can't even tell you how nice that felt. Your father divorced your mother when you were 9, and when she married my father just before your tenth birthday, you were so happy. That was until, my father left us, he drug us together and just left me, I mean us. I was pissed, your mother turned to drugs, heroine. I had to take care of myself as always, and now you. I wasn't going to let anything happen to you, I had a reason to fight like I did.
You were 16, just in the prime of life, I was 18. Now I wanted revenge, my boyfriend had left me for another girl. Had he broken up with me before with me before he got with her, I may not have made such drastic decisions. His name was Jeffery, and he thought the world of himself. Indeed he was handsome, but he was such an ass. I should have never expected loyalty from him. Now when we worked together we each had a job. Yours was to distract, mine was to accomplish the goal. Now Jeffery and I loved this one coffee lounge in town. They had free wifi and computers, good prices and a very friendly staff. We each had a spot that we preferred, mine in the open, and his in the corner. Well after his less than chivalric actions I choose to end him you see. Had you done your job, I would have succeeded.