You never felt like you had anyone, and now I am deserting you. Every day I feel closer to death and further from you. It made me sad before, but now I know that you cannot see me like this.
I tried, I really did. Before the humans attacked, I searched for you. And then when the world exploded, I did my best to fight in it for you.
I hope to God that you are not here. The brutality, the pain, you do not deserve to witness it. If I were stronger I would stop it.
But I’m not, Vea.
I am not strong enough to save anyone. I cannot even help myself. I could not stop them when they shaved me. I can not stop them every time I feel the butt of a gun slam into the back of my head. I cannot stop myself from gagging every time I see the sick way they attack the young. I am just one tattered sheep amongst many. I am nothing.
If you are here, Vea, please die fast. Not slow and long. Fast. That way when heaven’s light shines beaconing into your soul, you wont see anymore of this destruction. You wont know pain or sorrow, you'll only know peace and silence of the end.