Thanks For Nothing
writing challenge → 004.
prompt → letters.
characters involved → tobias' parents.
notes → language.
paragraph count → three.
Mom and Dad,
I want you both to know that I mean this in the most sincere way possible. I want you to be able to see my honesty illuminate from every word, and lastly, I want you to take everything I say to heart.
Fuck you.
Fuck you both. I was just a child. What kind of parents put their kid through the shit you put me through? I not only have to live with all the pain ravaging my memories, but the scars that go with it too. What happened to taking me to the park to play catch, or signing me up for soccer so you could go to my games and still cheer me on, even if my team is completely sucking ass? You have no right to call yourselves parents. You're barely even humans. If your idea of family time is arguing while I sit in the corner, pouring my eyes out, then you two definitely need help. Leaving you two was the best choice I've ever made, and I'd gladly repeat that decision without hesitation.
Even if that means dying here again.
I've never hated anyone else besides the two of you, and trust me, I've met a lot of terrible people. I remember how often I used to wonder if you two ever cared about me after I left. If you wondered where I was, or if you spent any nights regretting the way you treated me. I guess I was pretty stupid to think that.
Thanks for nothing, Tobias