Dear Joelle:
I am so glad that you found me. I don’t know how you did it; the only thing that matters is that you did. When we first started our love affair three years ago you felt distant and a little bit scared. When you finally put your complete and total trust in me, is when I had you by the heart and made you a slave to me. I knew you loved me very much because you devoted all your time, spare or not, to me. I can remember all the late nights and early mornings that we spent alone, just you and me. I can remember all the times I woke you up in the middle of the night to be with me, not able to go back to sleep until I complied. I can remember all the mornings I woke you up in so much pain; your legs throbbing so bad you couldn’t put any weight on them. You vomiting up in the trash can you had beside the bed just for that occasion. I had you screaming out for me to come to the rescue, but I couldn’t quite reach you because I’m not for free. But to no avail you would always find a way to find me. I had you lying, cheating, and stealing for me. Boy was I special! I can remember all the money I stole from your family and friends but you really loved me more and protected our relationship at any cost. I can remember all the hard earned money you spent, just so you could go to work. I can remember all the lies I made you tell your family about whom or where you were because you felt guilty and ashamed. Remember when you thought you were hurting me by cheating on me with the methadone? It didn’t hurt, as a matter of fact, I thought it was funny because I knew you’d come crawling back. I was right. See, the truth is, I really don’t give a shit about you, but I had you believing that I did. You were a puppet and me the puppeteer. How does it make you feel that I single handedly tore you apart, and messed your whole life up! I must be a powerful and wonderful thing to control you that way I have. Now, I understand you are going into treatment where I’ve sent you. I’m betting against you and your will power, because, you see I’m not finished with you yet! You see, I’m really not your friend, your partner or your confidant and lover. I really don’t care if you succeed or are able to raise your children and function normally in society. I don’t care how many rehabs you hide in, or if you spend the rest of your life in prison or a mental institution.
The only way I will be truly happy is when I have killed you! And I have!
Forever yours,
HEROIN
If you think that this is done now that Joelle is gone? you are sorely mistakes You have ripped my heart out of my chest that night! And I’ll rise from these wounds of mine. We’re are not done at all, We will hunt you down One by one! So for the rest of your life’s always look behind you one day We will be their. For you are cowards and cannot hide. The day of your reckoning will arrive this is a promise that comes form God and one that I made to my children a long time ago
