I know, I know, I haven't updated in FOREVER. Life has been interesting, found a girl, lost the girl, lost my muse, took up knitting again, and sadly have been writing less.. Sometimes I think there would be more updates if my thoughts could go directly on the computer without all the pesky typing. :p. So here's something to tide everyone over while I get the next chapter into shape. Thanks to all my fans for being patient!
As always I don't own Repo! all I own is Angel, some fabulous hand-knit socks, and this cup of rose petal tea.
A blood stained letter, sitting on a kitchen table, written in large, flowing, cursive script.
Dearest Angel,
I left this letter by the monument in New Hope Cemetery, it was the only way I knew to try and reach you. By the time you read this I'll have taken my own life. I just couldn't wait any longer hoping that Rotti might eventually die of old age. I couldn't keep waking up and wondering if this was the day that Amber's jealously would win out over her common sense, that Luigi's rage would fatally be directed toward me, or that Pavi's awe of my beauty would finally be outweighed by his desire to steal my face.
Most of all, I couldn't spend another day not free to go where I wished, or to love whom I pleased. I couldn't spend another night in my velvet cage of a room dreading the moments when Rotti would knock on my door.
I wanted to go out on my own terms, and hopefully I have. I put off making the announcement of my retirement until the last possible moment, knowing that if you heard you might try to do something drastic.
My life wasn't worth saving Angel, I tried to tell you that. Even if Rotti had released me from my contract free and clear, I could never be that wicked giggling girl you knew so long ago. My soul's been tainted and worn down by years of abuse, you never could have loved me the way you once did, not when I stopped loving myself years ago.
I've told you before Angel, live your life for me. Hold me in your heart if you must, but move on, for your own sake if for nothing else. Living in the past can destroy you, I know this all too well. Remember Marni's daughter Shilo? She's alive and Nathan has been hiding her all these years in that tomb of a house, suffocating her with her mother's memory. Promise me that you'll look in on her, get her out of that house as much as you can, I know you have ways of getting into places you shouldn't. Help her to realize her dreams, whatever they may be.
I wish things could have ended differently for the both of us. Know this my sweet angel; I loved you 'till the last.
-Magdalene