The Last Letter

If you're reading this, then I'm probably talking (or writing) to you from the grave.

You see, I only have 9 hours left to finish this letter. You're probably thinking, "What the heck, Vryn? 9 freakin' hours? You wrote this nonsense letter for 9 freakin' hours?"

Just to get things straight, Writing would be less than 10 minutes, but thinking of what to say will need more than 9 hours. Especially when I'm planning one last crazy thing.

How about a quick background check to the innocent people out there eh? Well my parents named me Veronica Fitzgerald, But people call me Vryn. Actually, THE Vryn Fitzgerald.

Some of you know me as Vryn the math geek.
Vryn thr grammarian freak.
Vryn the still-pretty-girl- during hell week.
Vryn the model student.
Or simply, Vryn the great.

Now I'm just a Vryn and not the vryn. I'm just the girl sitting in a jail cell.

You see, my mom died when I was a year old. My father alone was the one who raised me. So to make him proud, I decided to excel in everything. I aced every single subject since first grade until now that I'm supposed to be graduating from college with a course of tourism. Never have I ever had a problem with my certificates of good moral character.

I was the one. Always the perfect young lady. Always the active young woman. Always the brilliant and exquisite girl. Always adored.

I'm supposed to be graduating, but again, I am here sitting in a jail cell.

My father and I were happy. For 23 years we were happy. But then recently, he met a woman, Ximena . Unique name, isn't it?

Ximena's a fine lady. He loved my dad as much as he loves her. What can I do except be happy for them, right? So I did. I excelled even more and treated Ximena as my own aunt, not yet my own mom. I'm not that ready.

Everything was fine. Was fine. It was, really. But then Ximena and my dad decided to dwell under one roof. Which means I will be living with them along with my one and only step-brother.

Now this guy, according to my stepmom, is a silent man 4 years older than I am. He was fine.

At first, He was fine.

For the first few weeks, I adjusted immediately and went to my usual routine. My room was across his room.

We never talked, just a simple nod or hi. One day, Ximena and my dad went out on a date and I am left alone with my stepbud.

It was 7:04 in the evening. I will never ever forget this time. I was preparing our powerpoint presentation when I heard a light knock, I opened the door and saw Max (my stepbud) in front me.

Wasted, he seems like crying for hours. He was devastated. I let him in my room and there he told me the story of how his girlfriend eventually dumped him. I felt pity for that guy. I coaxed him through helpful words.

But I guess he wanted a different help.

I resisted. But he held his Glock 19 gun in front of me, He threatened to kill me and my dad if I disobey him.

But I tried to resist. I tried to fought him. But still, he continued to do the most sadistic thing I never wanted to experience.

I cried. I didn't want to be feeble. So I grabbed a chance and kicked his private part, that made him off.

It made him furious. As I was running away from him, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me hard against the wall, I fell down and felt my head throbbing.

The gun was in there, at the floor. Lying around. I held on to it tightly, this is my only way of surviving. He grasped my hair again and played tug-of-war with me. But I panicked.

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through my entire room. Max's lifeless body went down along with the gun that killed him.

I scanned the room again, my torn clothes, the blood from my gashes and the blood from this evil man.

Yes, that's what happened. He attempted to rape me. But did you believe me? No. Instead, you sent me here in this stupid jail cell.

Did you hear other stories? I bet you did. Did you hear the other way around?

I am not innocent, because I'm responsible for killing a human being.

But he is also far from being innocent, He tried to rape me. What was I suppose to do? The other fairytales told by great storytellers were really frustating.

Tina? Maggie? Where were you? You were my bestfriends. We were supposed to be there for each other. But you turned your backs on me. I  thought you were my friends. I thought you you were there to back me up. But you weren't.

Caden? I'm sorry for pushing you around. I should've kissed you back then. I should've responded to your messages. I should've told you that I love you too. But it's too late now, I'm sorry. I was just focused on the future ahead, I never got a chance of living with the present.

Now I'm here stuck in a jail cell.

Dad? I love you. Thank you for everything. I'm sorry for disappointing you. Please tell Ximena that I regretted liking her, And I loathe his son to death.

Take care, dad. I will be with mom soon enough. Well, either with mom or Max. But if it's with Max, I will kill him infinitely.

I love you dad.

There are 15 prescripted drugs in my secret pocket, the policemen neglected to check the secret compartment located at the book bind of my journal.

And I'm planning to take these drugs right after this letter. Who knows? Maybe while you're reading this, I might be beside you. I might be laughing at your face.

So watch out. Because this is the last letter coming from me.

Veronica Fitzgerald is signing out.

"Illinc te"

Soon to be the dead girl,
Vryn.