To an old frenemy,

Remember me, Rebecca? Yeah, do you remember? I’m that girl you met in photography classes, the one named Cindy Liku, the one who thought of you as a best friend; someone that I’d have by my side forever.

I looked up to you. I was jealous of how pretty and laid-back you were. I wanted to meet your brothers someday, thinking that they were at least half as cool as I saw you as. I couldn’t help but see myself as nothing when I was next to you.

You had beautiful, shoulder-length blonde hair that shined in the sunlight; mine was long, brown and reached down to my shoulder blades. It was always so knotty, and yours was smooth – or at least, that’s how I saw our hair back then. Now, I see that it was the other way around.

You said that you loved my writing, and you would have bought that book I was currently writing. I felt so proud of myself that day, knowing that my idol loved the stories that I wrote.

 Do you remember the short story I wrote for you, about a princess who had a demon on her shoulder only she could see that frequently told her lies about herself, but another princess who had magical light powers had become her closest friend and had gotten rid of that demon? That demon princess was me, and the light princess was you. I bet you threw it away the night I gave it to you.

Remember all the fun times we had? Remember that one Thursday, where we had to draw something to photograph? You helped me out with the drawing, and it looked simply breathtaking. I loved it and I promised to cherish it forever, but I burned it, with tears streaming down my face, on that day you betrayed me.

You know I looked up to you. Remember the last sentence of that story? It was “Cindy and Becca, friends forever” So, I guess I know why you did it. You saw an innocent girl who was lonely and took advantage of her, making it seem like you were going to be her best friend, only to break her little heart.

So why am I writing this letter to you, after all these years of no contact and hatred, you ask me, my disgusting Rebecca? Well, I saw you today! Did you see me? I bet you didn’t. I’m not the little girl you knew, anymore. I have a boyfriend, now. In fact, I saw you flirting with him today. Yeah, he was the hottie with red hair.

Don’t think I noticed you, because I did. Oh, boy, did I. I felt the unimaginable hate tearing through my flesh as you talked to him and as your pathetic attempts to flirt with him came pouring out of your rotten jabberhole.

You probably remember the beautiful woman that snuck up behind you and suddenly grabbed your shoulder. Your head whipped around like it had never done so before. My dark eyes pierced into your filthy green ones as I dragged you into the alleyway.

You tried to scream for help, but as I stared into your nonexistent soul, you suddenly lost consciousness and fainted. I couldn’t help but laugh, you looked so weak and vulnerable, just like me on that day.

When you woke up, all bound and gagged in the attic, I heard your useless attempts to scream, muffled by the scarf that you had bought me on my birthday. That’s when I walked up, a smile on my face, and a knife in my hand. I saw the fear in your eyes. I laughed so hard when I saw it.

I remember how your blood splattered all over the attic as I dug the knife into your shoulder. Once I had cut all around it, it was so easy to rip your arm off. I still have your look of horror as I tossed it to a corner ingrained in my mind. It’s one of my best memories, yet.

You tried to run away at that point, but the pain had gotten into you. Not like I was going to let you run away, anyway. I still have three limbs to tear off, first! When do you think I should rip your right arm, your dominant arm, off?

I think I’ll tear it off a week from now; after all, I do want you to suffer, just like I did, on those endless nights after you said you never considered me as a friend, those nights when I cried myself to sleep, those awful times when I was a helpless little girl. I’m not that little girl, anymore.

I’m the stuff of the nightmares that worthless people like you have.

Aw, why are you trying to run away, my sweet Becca? I’m only beginning to have fun with you; my plans to get revenge on you after all these years have just started. I’ve waited a decade for this moment, and I do plan on thoroughly enjoying it, as much as I can.

Your nightmare,

Cindy ~