Letter Meme Part 3
Day 11 - A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Post-Villains
Your name was Trevor, right? I barely even remember. It's not like it matters. It's not like you matter, in the long run. You were just bait. And he took it.
But I guess it was kind of shitty of me to lead you straight to him, like a lamb to slaughter or some other stupid, shitty cliche.
I'm not really sorry you're dead, I'm just sorry he killed you. Sorry I made him. Because now your blood is on my hands too, and I've never cared before. It's never matter before. But this is different than killing someone on my own. Worse.
I'd like to think if I could go back in time, I wouldn't do it again, but who am I kidding?
We all know I would.
Day 12 - The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Brave New World
stealinyersocks
You're such a bitch, but I'm sure you know that. I'm sure you've known that for a long time. I wonder sometimes if anything matters to you at all. People used to call me a sociopath, but you're a hell of a lot closer to that then I am.
Why won't you give me my files? Why does it matter to keep my past away from me? My father's dead. You're just doing it out of spite. Just like when you assigned me to that demonic version of Dean. And when you sent me in the sewers to get our target.
I bet you laughed to yourself when you got the reports in about my failiure, didn't you? I wouldn't be surprised.
You're such a bitch. I said it before, but it bears repeating because bitch doesn't even begin to cover it.
If I could get away with it, I'd kill you. No second thoughts. But then the Claires would probably never forgive me, even if you're a shitty grandma just like you're a shitty mother. So I guess I won't.
For now, anyways.
Day 13 - Someone you wish could forgive you
Post-Villains
Dear Gabriel,
I'm not sure why I'm sending this. I'm sure you're not at your apartment anymore. And even if you are, I doubt you want to hear from me now or ever. And I guess I deserve that.
I'm not going to apologize. Why bother? Nothing I can say will ever make it okay. You had a chance to be a good person, a better person than I ever had a chance of being, and I took it away from you.
I remember you called me an angel once. What would you call me now? A demon? The devil? A tease? A whore? Would you have killed me if I stayed?
I'm supposed to be moving onto the next assignment, and I keep thinking about you and it's fucking annoying.
I'm not supposed to care. I'm not supposed to feel guilty.
So much for being the perfect Company Girl.
Screw this. This was a stupid idea. I'm not sending it. It's not like he cares anymore anyways.
Day 14 - Someone you’ve drifted away from
Brave New World
autophoenix
What happened? We haven't hung out in like forever. I know you're busy with a million things and you're in Malibu now and getting the ring back and all that jazz, but whatever. It still sucks. It feels like you don't need me anymore, now that you have all these other people in your life.
I was thinking of maybe forcing Dolphin onto a plane with me so I could visit you in Malibu, but what's the point. I'm sure you'd be too busy. You always seem to be, these days.
But if you ever have the time, call me.
Day 15 - The person you miss the most
Brave New World
startswinging
Dean
I guess it's my own fault you're gone. I did kill you, after all. I didn't know what else to do. I was so angry, so hurt. Even though people, including other versions of you, told me what you were like, what I shouldn't expect, I really started to think you gave a shit about me.
And then I found you in the arms of that slut.
And I just lost it. I was so tired of being hurt. Daddy, Sylar, you, men just take and take and take until there's nothing left. I was foolish to think it would be any different.
The worst part is I still miss you. It's been months now and I still find myself grabbing my phone sometimes to call you to come over, for some fun and some company, and then I realize I can't.
I'm all alone again. I guess it's the way it was always supposed to be. I'm resigned to it.
So why do I sometimes find myself wishing you were still here with me?