To my detested, and in full sarcasm ‘beloved’ parents,
You once
told me to never lose my temper because it leads to dangerous actions. Well, I must ruefully admit I have lost my
temper, and for the life of me I can’t get it back. Perhaps you know where it is? After all, you were there the night it ran
away from me; the same night my sister left me; or do you not remember starting
that fire? Perhaps you remember the way
she screamed, only stopping because she chocked on the thick smoke; or the
smell of her burnt perfect brown curls? As it may be you don’t, but I do. I saw you take her soul, little by
little with fear until you just ended it. You called yourself our parents, yet you were
the monsters she feared when she went to bed, not the ones in the closet. I
held her and whistled for her as she trembled in her covers of what you would
do next. People like you don’t deserve
to live. So I will take from your kind
what you took from me.
Now now don’t fret, I am not one of
those mindless psychopathic killers, in fact I’m not even a murder, but mark my
words I will make you feel such agonizing pain that you will gratefully take
your own life. If you don’t believe me by all means keep reading and you will
see just what I am capable of. No need
to watch your back you will hear my song when I am coming for you, for I am The
Whistler and I don’t take lives, I take souls.
-Your resentful son,
The Whistler
