I'm being sentenced with punishment for unknown charges.

Hi.

I'll try to keep this simple. Keep up, yeah?


First off, I do not appreciate the fact, that you of all people could not trust me, someone who has been there for you multiple times, to tell me what your problems were.

I also am very disappointed that you trusted the rumors circulating among people that do not like me, as they spread these rumors around school. You simply believed them.

I'm shocked that he had to call me and talk to me in the middle of the night, and tell me that you hated me.

But most of all, I'm not sorry. Because why? I'm not guilty. Heck, I don't even know what you hate me for.

All I know is; the way things are going, we can never be friends again. And the short time we spent together, I've always thought of you as my sister. I came to you when I had problems, and you came to me when you needed someone to talk to.

Where has all these memories gone?

I've shared so many secrets with you, and you with me. But now, because of a false rumor, our friendship is at stake. I accepted you into my family. And now you're acting like I'm scum born and raised in an alley.

At least have the dignity to talk to me. Not send your bodyguard to deliver your message.

If you really want to see me get hurt, then fine. Ask your guard to beat me, I won't fight back.

Give me a while, and soon; I'll be completely removed from your life. If that is what you want.

But I need to remind you though, all this time I've talked to you; I've always made it clear that I despise people when they assume the worst of people without confronting that person first.

And you're probably going;


Whatever... Whatever...

...Like how all the previous people I've confronted would reply.

But if you would really listen to the words of others, rather than your own best friend's.... Then, that just means everything that happened in our friendship was a complete LIE

I'll wait for your guard to confront me. And I expect you to be there when I face him. Because I want to see how much blood needs to be shed for you to be satisfied with yourself.