16/12/1977

 

Dear Elliot,

You probably don’t know me. I was taken away when you were little. It’s me, your sister. This probably doesn’t make sense but it wouldn’t surprise me if you already figured that out. You were so smart as a baby, even though you couldn’t speak full sentences, I just knew you were going to be something special. I’m getting off topic, I do that a lot. Anyways, I want to tell you how I was taken away and make you understand that this is not my fault. It happened 20 years ago. I was 5. Hunter, your real dad, was a horrible man. He used to “shape me up” by beating me until I learned to go by his rules. “ You’re going to be miserable your whole life if you don’t follow my rules”. So I learned to follow his rules. You might be wondering where my mother was while this was happening, well, I don’t remember having a mother. All I know is that Hunter did something horrible to her because anytime I would do something wrong, he would threaten me by saying “ do right or you’ll end up like you’re mother”. When I was 14, Hunter brought a woman with a kid home. As you were probably guessing, the baby was you. You were the most handsome 5 month old I’ve ever seen. You had bright doe eyes and an innocent smile. I didn’t want Hunter to ruin that so I hid you from him most of the time. I taught you the important lesson. Don’t become Hunter. I tried so hard but I couldn’t keep you away from him forever. He beat me mercilessly, which I expected, but when he stomped his way towards you, something came over me. My vision was blurry, my head was pounding with voices saying “It’s time for his punishment”, over and over again, my feet started moving by themselves towards Hunter’s room and then toward his drawers. He used to always tell me about his guns and how they could cause great harm. And this harm was going to be great. I took the only gun I could carry and started to follow your cries. Once I saw Hunter, the voices started chanting “Time for your punishment”, over and over. I raised both of my arms and pressed the trigger. I could hear a combination of ringing and your cries. It must’ve hurt your little ears but I had to do what was best to help you. Once I came to my senses, I turned around to see your mom running toward the phone. Panicking, I raised my arms to show my innocence but accidentally pulled the trigger and shot her right before she got to the phone. She could barely move but had enough mobility to call the police. I was in shock. I felt like I was going to pass out. I felt like I was going to throw up. I sat down and just cried until I fell asleep. I was awoken by an officer poking me. He told me I needed to go with him and I silently complied. I confessed to everything. I felt a sense of pride because I knew you were out of trouble now.  At the trial, I pleaded guilty and heard everyone talking.  They thought I was a monster. They thought I was evil. I remember being confused. I saved this child. He was going to be put through years of torture if it wasn’t for me. I guess the jury saw my pride because I was sentenced  to death. Years later while I was awaiting my death, I realized that I became Hunter. I solved the problem with violence just like how he solved his problems. I have a few more years until I’m put to rest. I have accepted my punishment. I just hope the after life is nicer to me. I just hope you know that I love you, even though I didn’t stay with you and I want you to remember the lesson I taught you. Don’t become Hunter. But the lesson I want you to follow the most is violence isn’t the answer.  DON’T BECOME ME.

 

Your loving sister,

Eurydice