We were happy once. Do you remember that? Everyday we would laugh and have fun until our parents scolded us about staying out late. We just laughed at them but complied with their wishes.
Then something happened. You changed. You laughed less, left me earlier. You became angry and depressed. I was so scared. Sometimes I wouldn’t hear from you for days at a time. But then you would reappear again.
Other days I actually thought it was gone, that taunting monster that was infecting your mind. And I was happy again, because you didn’t look as ill. But deep down I knew I was kidding myself.
You began to yell at me everyday. I could see the monster festering and laughing at me through your eyes. I was angry at that monster. I wanted to get rid of it, but I didn’t have a clue how. So I put up with it, because I knew if I left you alone with it, you would be consumed by its wrath.
After that it grew worse. You hit me. Kicked me. Tortured me. I was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet. You would scream at me, scream that I was making you feel like that. I just nodded and took it all, while the monster laughed at me through your eyes.
Then you did things to me you wouldn’t do to a dog. I felt cold, dirty, empty, and lifeless. That monster was taking over. But it didn’t have you yet. Surely there was a part of you that remembered. Remembered the good times. The times where you didn’t get drunk and take pills. When you had respect for me and yourself.
And then you left me. Left me all by myself. You left me for the monster. The monster who ruined your life. And for one last time I looked into your eyes and I didn’t see the monster there. I realised it was all of your own accord. And that the monster was my excuse for your behaviour. And I hated you.
You left me to the damned. They scream my name in torment, beckoning me to join them, beckoning me to join them so I can get my revenge. But despite what you have done to me, I don’t want to hurt you. But their calls are too strong. I’ll join them any minute now, I’m not strong enough. You made me weak. When I join them, you will be gone. But don’t worry. I will call your name, and you can come and join me. And we’ll traverse the realms like they don’t exist, until the very end of time, and even then we’ll still haunt the souls that put us here.