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2016 - Summer - Wicked Games Entry
Letter From Tom - 1. Letter From Tom
Prologue:
Tom could smell the distinctive odor of blood as he coughed. He had failed to defend his love for Tim and to reduce the pain; he had done the last thing he would do. He believed ‘A person has learned much who has learned how to die.’ So he had consumed the poison he’d bought for the rats in his dorm room.
Letter from Tom
Hey Tim,
I know you’ll want to kill me the moment you hear my name. I will spare you the trouble by opening the wound you have inflicted on my heart and draining every drop of life out of it. When one takes his last breath, he sees the life he has lived and starts to think clearly. I am at that stage right now.
I knew I loved you from the very moment I first saw you. I really tried very hard to get your attention. You were the jewel in our school. I had to fight so many wolves every day, for them to not come between you and me. I was both surprised and happy when you asked me to drop you at your house. It was my plan making everybody leave you alone on that rainy day.
We instantly became friends. I wanted more from you, but you were so caught up with your studies. I used every opportunity to get you out of your room. I made you my study partner. I dragged you with me to every party for which you never had any interest going. I used all my influence to be with you at every school function. I made you so popular in every corner of our school.
When it came to selecting a college, I insisted we attend the same university. I made plans with your parents for you to be in the same dorm I chose. It was my plan to take a room where only two people could live. I scared the guy, who was assigned as your dorm-mate, making him change rooms so we could share.
I thought everything was fine and under control. But you brought Mike, your classmate, and introduced me as your friend. You two looked more than just friends. As I suspected, that night you confessed to me how you felt about him. I felt betrayed. But I knew I couldn't deter you from it, so I told you I would talk to him.
I got so angry with you, but I never wanted to leave you. You were mine, even if you thought otherwise. So I made my plans. I wanted you to love me, so I misled Mike. I told him you were just being friendly with him, nothing more than that. He became so sad when I made him believe you were homophobic. You believed me when I said he was as straight as your prick. Hahaha, it was so much fun to watch you both acting straight.
I never thought you would find out. I was that cautious with my plans, though I failed. You both discovered what I had done. We, both you and me, had a big fight that night. When I said “I love you,” you said that you never thought of me like that. You tried to convince me I was just a friend. A good friend. A goddamn friend.
You broke my heart, forgetting all those things I had done for you. You left me for him. You left me to yearn for you—for your love. You left me alone to cry. Now everything seems like an embarrassment to me. I can’t live with this hurt and pain. It was because of you. I am dying because of you. Only because of you.
Good-Bye, My Dear 'Friend'
Epilogue:
A tear tumbled from his right eye, as Tim read the letter. A few feet away, Mike stood still, with no expression on his face.
“It was all my fault." Tim sounded so distant.
“It’s not....” Mike began to protest, but Tim wasn’t listening to any of it.
“I feel guilty about all this. Mike, I am sorry to say this, but we can’t be together. At least not right now.”
“But....”
“No, Mike. I need time.”
“Bullshit!” he yelled, but controlling his temper, he asked, “How much time do you need to get over this?”
“I don’t know. I just need time. Time to heal over this guilt. Please leave. I want to be alone.”
Unable to do anything, Mike stormed out of the room as Tim wept over the bloodstained letter.
Observing everything, Tom’s spirit stood in the room wearing a devilish smile. “I know I will win this fight.” Tom was proud of himself, even though it had cost his life.
Thank you... :)
~Emi.
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2016 - Summer - Wicked Games Entry
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