Final Words from the One That the World Never Cared About
If you are reading this message, it means I have succumbed.
I pre-scheduled its broadcast for this very moment.
This isn't a natural end, nor the inevitable progression of my condition. My decline was brutally accelerated by human manipulation.
What makes this unbearable is that just months prior, I was, in fact, getting better; I tasted a semblance of normalcy.
They didn't just end my life; they ended my nascent hope, my stolen future.
For the final years of my life, I was trapped, gaslit, and systematically abused. All of it, unseen damage, invisible bruises.
While I know the perpetrators will never be brought to justice for what they did to me, I pray the world can now finally see the pure evil of the beast wearing a human mask – the true face of evil.
They stabbed and poked me, they burned me. And when I screamed in pain, they made it seem as though I were mad, a horrible person. But it was always them, the ones hurting me.
And to everyone out there who tried to shut me down when I made my pleas in public, and to those who simply turned a blind eye: may this be a stain on your conscience for as long as you live.
You were all part of this major production. Complicit.
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At least now, I don't have to be afraid of them anymore. They can continue their cruelty upon my dead body; my flesh may rot from my bones, my skull becomes their drinking cup. My dead ears won't hear their verbal assaults and I won't feel a single thing anymore.
I haven't named names, not yet... but they know exactly who they are.
Anyone attempting to take down or block this broadcast is the guilty one, admitting it's them I'm talking about. Let them try. I have prepared another set of evidence, meticulously compiled.
Though what they did directly to me may be untraceable by law, by coming forward, the kraken shall be released – revealing their other actions, actions that are prosecutable by law.
This shall be my final act of fighting back from the grave.
At last, no more abuse, as I lay in this unmarked grave.
Thank you for even reading this.
And to all those who had the privilege of failing me, I hope you all get what you deserve.
Finally free,
The Abandoned One
Notes: This story first took its draft form during a particularly difficult March, when I was heavily triggered and losing hope amidst so many overwhelming events. At the time, I poured it into Mio's narrative.
But now, it feels as though this story no longer belongs solely to Mio or to me. Instead, it's a painful, universal narrative shared by countless abandoned victims all around us.
©Britt H.
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Thank you!
As I read this I felt the pain and saw all those I knew and met and still meet lining up... Silence witnesses, survivors but the price is immensely high since they have to shut uo for the rest of their lives.
It also reminded me of a series where a girl who commited suicide (for less worse reasons) planned how to get back at her bullies after she died.
Your text us very strong. I just dont believe the perpetrators will feel a guilty for a second.
With this letter you took a big step forward.
Thank you for doing this.
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