Here you are, dreaming sweet peaceful little dreams, after everything you did, after everything that happened your still the same old little b**** you’ve always been. I used to like you, look up to you, respect you, but everything that you have ever told me was a lie. You made me naïve, a helpless little girl, fallowing a monster. You blinded me from the truth of how dangerous it really was that night. I did exactly what you told me to do. I went in after you and you shot me. You killed me! You knew it was me, I saw you smiling while you pulled the trigger. I wish to god I could touch you right so that you could know what it feels like. To have the blood drain drip by drip from your body while someone you looked up to stands over you laughing. One day you’ll die, you’ll be just like me, not able to touch a human, but I’ll be able to touch you. And then, I can guarantee you, that I’ll make you wish that you never met me.