She was an LEO, but CANCER took her.
A note to the one who snatched the foremost precious thing from me. The love of my high school, my sister from another mother, my baby, my bestie, Sam. You took half of my heart.
She was the land I used to walk on. You pulled that ground from under my feet.
I hate you because you came into her life when she was on the brink of reaching her destination. She wants to become a scientist, and it has been her last year of an academic degree in physics. It had been her 4th year, and then you showed up. You drove her far, distant from her destination. She resisted, she fought back, but you kept making her weak. You kept defeating her. You ever bothered how broken-hearted she gets whenever she sees that diagnostic report when she and I came to know that a monster was multiplying inside her body.
She symbolized beauty: honey-colored long straight hair, typical brown eyes with those round glasses. A gorgeous smile on her innocent face was always there with a fragile voice. She was the beauty with a brain. She had a heart of gold. How much she was worried about me when I had my final examination in mathematics. She spends tons of energy making me understand some basic math. Those were beautiful days when we spent a lot of time together in laboratories doing silly experiments while dissecting the frog, and the frog awakened. Those laughs in the cafe when we managed to bunk a class without being caught.
You were there hiding in her body since her birth, watching her all smiles and joy. Watching us living our lives to the fullest and making unforgettable memories with one another. You were anticipating the most effective time to show up and ruin everything. The day you showed up, our surroundings became grey. I am unable to see green, yellow, or her favorite purple. All turned black and white. White, like her body on the death bed when her fair complexion changed into yellow. Those white spots on her rosy cheeks and that paleness were a hideous gift from you. I know why you took her. You hate beauty. You despise joy; you prefer to spread havoc; you enjoy torturing others.
I wish you go through the pain she experiences in the name of treatment. I hope you had that beautiful hair like her, and then you would feel how it hurts to lose them, how your hands look with those broken nails. How it feels when your life is slipping away from your hands, and you are too vulnerable to stop it. I wish you had a family, and then you will go through the trauma of losing them forever. I hope you had a friend, but how can you have one? You are a monster, and you don’t make friends. Rot in hell, Mr. Leukemia.
Sam, I still love you. I know you are in a better place, away from pain and torture.