So I'd like to thank you guys for all the reviews I'm getting, but I have one small favor. I love that you guys take the time to offer constructive criticism, I need it to be able to get better at writing. But my biggest pet peeve of all time is when people tell me I'm doing something wrong, but don't say what I did. (This has happened to me 3 times so far) Please tell me, so that I can go back and fix it. Internet friends don't let internet friends post crap XP
Well, optimistically serious monologue aside, here's your story! :D
It's kinda depressingly serious, actually. Mia's dead here, and this was mailed to Maya so she could channel her sister to show her Godot's last message.
Mia,
I'm so sorry. I've failed you in every way I could.
It all started with coffee. That seems to be what's led me through everything, really. It was coffee that put me in that coma, and it was coffee that pulled me out. Reality was as dark and bitter as the coffee I stole from the doctor. The most beautiful girl on the entire earth was dead. I lost all my motivation to live. I decided that I needed someone to hate, or I would hate myself. But the demon who put me in a coma was on death row, as was the man who murdered you. There was no way to take revenge. And then I found him.
Trite probably wasn't the best choice, but he was better than myself, really. But he was a great friend of yours. That was the first real mistake I made, besides letting you die. I despised him. I mocked him in court, I threw coffee at him… It was something worth living for. I blamed him for everything that went wrong, although none of it was really his fault. If he had known that you were going to die, I'm sure he would have saved you. But he didn't. And I hated him for it.
But then, I learned that your aunt was plotting to kill your sister. Because I hated Trite, I refused to warn him. My pride told me that I could save her without some pointy haired lawyer. So I told your mother, and we planned to save Maya together. She channeled Dahlia so that Pearl couldn't. But it didn't matter who channeled Dahlia, really. It was the fact that she was there, in the flesh. I couldn't take it. Just seeing the face that killed my kitten forced a knife into her. And then I realized what I had done. I hadn't killed your murderer. I killed your mother.
I was furious. I decided to pin it on Dahlia's sister, just to prove my hate. As if it would do anything. Trite figured out the truth quickly enough, though. Of course he did, you taught him. Suddenly, I realized the weight of what I had done. I ruined everything that meant something to you.
You were dead. I did everything I could to hurt your protégée. I almost got your sister killed, and I killed your mother with my own hands. And my hate had destroyed the man you once loved.
I'm sorry, Mia. I wish I had gotten the death sentence for my crimes, I deserve it. And it would let me join you again, even if you never forgave me for what I did. Just looking at you would make me feel happy again. I miss you.
Diego