Title: Best Friend
Author: Queen Kakia, KakiaGuerin@aol.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After her death, Maria writes to Liz. Part of the Letters from the Edge collection. The rest can be found at envy.nu/roswelldead.
My Dearest Liz:
Fuck you.
I can't believe I let you walk over me for fifteen years. You were my best friend--that's what you told me, that's what you told everybody else. So I gave you everything. I was there for you when you had issues and I went to you with mine. I never realized that, when walking away from a conversation with you, I was always more troubled than before. How could I have been so naive?
I keep going back to my first kiss. It was Adam Garcia. When I told you about it, you told me you were in love with him. So I broke it off. That's what best friends do.
And that was before we knew about...them. After that, it just got worse. Isabel freaks me out by screwing with my car? I must have instigated it. Michael breaks up with me? All you can do is rant about how great Max is. Michael's being a jerk? You haven't stopped raving about Max. Michael kisses another girl? Oh yeah, you're too busy plotting how to break Max's little heart. Michael kisses you? You don't even tell me, and don't apologize when I find out!
You pretend to be all Marcia fucking Brady. Nice cover. Too bad I can read your thoughts. Right now, you're fantasizing about having a three some with Max and Michael. How sweet and innocent of you, Elizabeth Parker.
I knew you would come to my funeral. You have a reputation to keep up, after all. But I never would have thought you'd leave in the middle. Had to be alone for a while, my ass. You went home and watched Friends tapes. You were laughing your ass off while everyone else was crying over my death!
I hate you. I hate you, and I want you dead. And I'll stop at nothing to get what I want. I can posess bodies, did you know that? I can inhibit Max's body, fuck you, and then kill you while you sleep. Or maybe Michael, and I'll rape you. Maybe I'll take Sheriff Valenti's body. How about it, Liz? Do you want to be licked up and down by somebody over twice your age? Would that fulfill your twisted fantasies?
Sleep with one eye open, girlfriend.
-Maria-
Author: Queen Kakia, KakiaGuerin@aol.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After her death, Maria writes to Liz. Part of the Letters from the Edge collection. The rest can be found at envy.nu/roswelldead.
My Dearest Liz:
Fuck you.
I can't believe I let you walk over me for fifteen years. You were my best friend--that's what you told me, that's what you told everybody else. So I gave you everything. I was there for you when you had issues and I went to you with mine. I never realized that, when walking away from a conversation with you, I was always more troubled than before. How could I have been so naive?
I keep going back to my first kiss. It was Adam Garcia. When I told you about it, you told me you were in love with him. So I broke it off. That's what best friends do.
And that was before we knew about...them. After that, it just got worse. Isabel freaks me out by screwing with my car? I must have instigated it. Michael breaks up with me? All you can do is rant about how great Max is. Michael's being a jerk? You haven't stopped raving about Max. Michael kisses another girl? Oh yeah, you're too busy plotting how to break Max's little heart. Michael kisses you? You don't even tell me, and don't apologize when I find out!
You pretend to be all Marcia fucking Brady. Nice cover. Too bad I can read your thoughts. Right now, you're fantasizing about having a three some with Max and Michael. How sweet and innocent of you, Elizabeth Parker.
I knew you would come to my funeral. You have a reputation to keep up, after all. But I never would have thought you'd leave in the middle. Had to be alone for a while, my ass. You went home and watched Friends tapes. You were laughing your ass off while everyone else was crying over my death!
I hate you. I hate you, and I want you dead. And I'll stop at nothing to get what I want. I can posess bodies, did you know that? I can inhibit Max's body, fuck you, and then kill you while you sleep. Or maybe Michael, and I'll rape you. Maybe I'll take Sheriff Valenti's body. How about it, Liz? Do you want to be licked up and down by somebody over twice your age? Would that fulfill your twisted fantasies?
Sleep with one eye open, girlfriend.
-Maria-