"Dear 'mother', I writing this to say, I hate you so much. Nothing could ever describe how much I detest your very existence
Why did it have to be you?
Why
Why
Why
Why did you have to give birth to me?
Of all the people on this shitty planet why did it have to be you pushed me out of your body
You watched me cry countless times, saw me take my first steps, stare at me as I got all those useless awards that I worked hard to get
I stared with wide eyes filled with the expectation of praise. A simple "Your so smart" or "I'm so proud of you" even a simple "Good Job" would have done have done wonders in my foolish mind
Instead I was met with your constant ridicule
Why did you have to shout at me, throw things at me because I knew the most basic things. Why would you say things like "Your just showing off aren't you" when I was desperately searching for anything to make you be proud of me
Anytime I looked at your face. No.Your eyes, it was always filled with disgust
Can a mother look at her child with disgust, can she?
Abnormal isn't it
I Hate you
I loathe you
I can list the various methods I've thought of just to end your existence.
Things like; Stabbing your neck repeatedly or tieing you to a chair while you're asleep with a gag in you mouth as I scrape off your skin starting from your hand as you scream for help crying and begging me to stop tears and snot all over your face, I could try slowly cutting off all your senses starting from your eyes so nobody would believe you if you said you so-called daughter blinded you then I would take away your voice then your ears to your sense of taste and smell leaving you with only your ability to walk and use your hands my favourite part of this method is slowly watching you lose your will to live with you inevitably killing yourself
I was just so tired of everything about you
I just wanted you to die so badly, but I wanted it to be because of me so in your next life when you actually have a husband you would think of me and what I did to you whenever you look at your child
I hope you're reading this letter with happiness and joy
From your 'Perfect Child' Mai"
Mai's mother read the letter in shock a shivering sensation crept through her body, when she looked at the ending of the paper, collapsing to the floor and feeling both relief and dread. Relief from knowing someone with detailed plans on how to kill her is gone and dread from knowing her child that she was living with had such thoughts