Status: And it Has Begun

Beth's Letters

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Dear Joanna,

Did you think it was going to be over so soon?

You made my life a living hell for too long. You made my house no longer a home the day we met. You never had good intentions. You were always out to make sure I wasn't going to be happy. Can I ever rest actually? Can you?

I want you to know what I think of you, okay?

I think you are simply the biggest bitch in the world. I think you're ugly. Hideous. Not your looks, but your insides. They override the looks. You're rotten, sour like spoiled milk. You give people the stomach flu and they just want to puke you from their mouths.

No one will truly ever love you. They will mask their love with their lust for you looks, but you will never get love. Nothing so evil can ever be loved. You're worthless. So worthless you had to put me down to raise yourself up.

You are nothing more then a murderer.

A sick, terrible, disgusting, and ugly bitch.

Signed,

Beth.

P.S. This is not the end.

P.P.S How's Daddy holding up? Would he even look at you if he ever found out what you did?