P,

This note is to update you on how I've been. I know that you don't actually care. In fact, with you it's out of sight, out of mind. I firmly believe that you don't remember the torture that you put me through, unless it conjures images designed to amuse you.

The scars have never healed. You've left your marks. Physical. Emotional. Mental. Spiritual. Sorry if I'm boring you. I'll be brief. My hope is that you're still reading.

There are days when I wake up to a deeply seeded desire to hunt you down, torture you, then watch you slowly die by my hand. I imagine the look on your face as you come to realize that you are reaching your end.

Would you beg for mercy? Would you apologize? Would you dare ask, "Why!?"

It suffices to write that from this moment on I am,

Your Shadow