Powerpuff girls

A Way to Say Good-Bye

A/N: This is one view of a second chapter. If I can think of a good way to have the other version I will write that to. This is happening about ten minutes after the first chapter.

Dear smart, kind and precious family of mine,

While this is not the way most would think it would turn out, it has been building for a long time. In fact, I have been feeling bad deep down for as long as I can remember. That may be why I've always been hostile. I thought if I could express my pain through violence and teasing then I would feel better, and at first I was right. Although as years went on, even pounding on bad guys and monsters didn't do anything so I had to do something. I wouldn't dare hurt my sisters in a right state of mind so I did the only thing I could think of, I cut myself. It started out small and barely noticeable but it wasn't enough. It eventually got so bad that I couldn't cut myself enough without being noticed. I knew there had to be something. Walking home one day I realized what that was. If I couldn't exhaust the sadness with pain then I would just dull the pain that was there, I found marijuana. I really helped but even that wasn't enough I had to get rid of the pain so I needed more: heroin, cocaine, dope, crack, ice, shrooms, and many more. It was heaven but when I came down I realized there was no way I could keep this up with the drugs so here I am now.

I don't really know why I always felt bad; I guess I always felt like I was unnoticed even though I acted up the most. I always wanted to be the cute one or the smart one, but I was always the dull one always the one getting bad grades and getting into trouble I hated being me and because of it I hated everyone who liked me for who I was. I never liked my black hair, my green eyes, my dull skin, and being a tomboy, even though I knew that's who I was.

Blossom, in my opinion I've treated you with less than the respect you deserved. I always wanted to be the leader and because of it I always criticized your plans and was jealous of you beauty. Even if your plan is a thing of genius, I secretly mock your plan in my mind. Even though I hate myself for it, and I still love you, everyday I wished that your beauty left you and went to me. I hated that you were always little miss perfect because it just reminded me of how bad I was, how flawed I was, it was like living with a supermodel everyday, and it pissed me off.

Bubbles, I was always annoyed by you especially as a child. Whenever I heard you cry, I hated your annoying whiny voice. I hated having to take care of you and look after you. You were a superhero too! And BLOSSOM was always TOO BUSY TO HELP! But SHE was the LEADER, so she had other duties! I was pissed off everyday I heard you call for help... Although I hated you I wanted to be you, being taken care of and watched over. No matter what you do, even today, people don't punish you as much as they would me or even Blossom. You get away with so much it's unbelievable. However there is one thing about you I don't envy: The fact that you are a slut. While I love my niece, your daughter, I know way she came about. She isn't Boomer's I seen you hanging around with other boys and the truth will come out eventually, although not from me. It is because you can live this lie that I can kill myself knowing that that there are no true good people in this world.

Butch, while I like you as a friend, you are not to me like Brick is to Blossom or Bubbles is to Boomer. I don't want you as a boyfriend. Although you didn't do anything to affect my decision, you didn't really give me a reason not to kill myself. You tried hitting in me every chance you got, yet never getting my hints that I don't like you in that way. You were a good friend, I just wasn't looking for a boyfriend. I hate to do this to all who don't deserve it like you, but I just can't go on living all the lies and agony that I go through in my mind.

I just can't believe what's happened, what I did. I know this is going to be the biggest shock of all, and I don't know what was going through my mind but I think I'm losing my sanity. Yesterday I was stopping a robbery, I chased the robber out to an alley and tripped him up. He fell to the ground, but tried to call away. I hit him in the head and then again in the gut. After two more hits in the head I couldn't remember anything after that. The next thing I remember, I was in my room waking up two hours later. I have no idea what happened to the guy,but I tried to find him but couldn't. I'm afraid that I killed him and I don't want to be murderer. I'm afraid that I may do it again I was just so scared I didn't know what to do. That's when I saw the news, it said they found a corpse two blocks from the very bank I saved however they had to use dental records because he had no I.D. and he unrecongnizable, but I knew it was him. It was so bad that they didn't even show his body on TV but I knew it had to be him and I was a murderer. I had to leave.

I'm sorry that I have to do this, but I can't go through the risk that I kill someone else or hurt someone I care about. I can't go on living knowing that I'm a murderer. I know that you two can save the day by yourself. Or a least Blossom, I know you can.

I love you all (except you Bubbles),

signed Buttercup Utonium