A Letter to June

June,

How has it come to this? I still remember when we were young, and your mother had just died. Your father went into a weird something. It sure as hell wasn't depression. Looking back at it now, I feel like it was withdrawal. So he carted you off to the same daycare I was at. You were mean to the other kids. They looked at you and laughed. Made fun of your mouth and weird shaped head. But I was there.  I shared everything with you. We were fast friends.

And then as time passed, we still kept in touch. You kept up your appearances, but you were always nothing but kind to me. We never talked, but when we passed each other, we knew what we had. An unspoken pact of acceptance. But then we entered into the thing called High School. Fate would have it we both entered into the same private school. Being human, I was pushed to the bottom of the food chain. But there you were. In your element. You finally had somewhere to rule. You turned the tables on the others at long last. I was happy for you, even if I was myself a target for you. When I tried to date, you were there. You tied poor Sarah up in her own tails, and we. Well. You know what happened. But we both know why you did it. Because you slipped a note into the locker I used.

We met up that night and talked for hours. Your front was completely gone, much to your displeasure.
We had many nights like that. I miss that.

And then when I finally got the courage up to maybe try to make it something real, HE happened. That scumfuck horsepussy plower. He finally took up for himself, and I was happy. He shown that us humans could do the impossible and stand up for ourselves. To be honest, that's what originally started my boldness towards you. If he could subjugate such a creature that size, I'm sure I could deal with you. But then you came to class glossy black. You wouldn't talk to me. I tried to reach out. You never talked to me.

So I took matters into my own hands. I stalked, followed, spied, and every other creepy word there is out there. It wasn't just the horses, but the cats too. And most importantly, you. Why did you have to go that far? For gods sake, June. I was this fucking close to getting together with you, but you had to show your bullheadedness one last time. And that was the turning point.

I was the one who came across you when you were unconscious from the thrashing you received. You wouldn't tell me who, but I could connect the dots. What in the fuck is he even doing? Why is he doing this to all of you? I have to do something. And I shall. He is out of control, and no one can see that. I refuse to have you become a pawn like the others. And with that, I have laid out my plan. It has taken time, but it will soon go into motion.

When I fell into you, I never wanted to fall into him, too. What I'm about to do is a favor for you all. The cats can go on doing their silly brash cat things, the horses can go about their stupid horse things. I hated them for awhile. For what they did to you. How you were bloody and bruised. I was going to do something to them, too. Perhaps hobble them. But it isn't their fault. They were drawn into a web of anger and some twisted form of love and loyalty. But this ends soon enough.

I will give you this letter when this is done and we have finally gotten together. Even if your venom will not work for me, I am determined to make it work. I will mainline your blood into my own veins if that makes us closer. Please forgive me.

Yours in this life, or the next
Warren