Dear Agony, 

                        I know what happened to her. I know who she is too. Or at least, was. 

She apparently went MIA when I disappeared after becoming the monster I am. Someone managed to find out that she volunteered for some experiments that would help her get into the army - she said she wanted to avenge a lost loved one. The serum they gave her... it changed her. No longer could she sing along to the radio, for if she did, everyone in the area would be under her control, and sometimes, she didn't even know what she was telling them to do. 

They called her The Siren. 

One note could have an entire room under her influence, and boy did she use that to her advantage. HYDRA gave her missions that made her think she was the hero dancing around in Spandex, when in reality, she was turning darker than the ebony in my veins. 

That explosion was the perfect distraction for her to get me out, and she did. It was weird seeing her, decked out in knee high blood stained dress, coupled with torn tights and a pair of scuffed ankle boots. She looked ruthlessly beautiful. 

She tried to get me out. 

But that BITCH stopped her. 

The next day I was back in my cell, trying to stop picturing her body collapsing to the ground. Again. 

I remember the last thing I said to her. It was the same thing she said to me when she bid me goodbye at the airport. 

Please don't die.

She couldn't reply because the bullet penetrated her brain. I was pleading for her to be brought back to life.

I'm sorry if you can't read this well, Agony, my tears seemed to have ruined the words. I can't write anymore, for if I do, I will definitely succumb to the shadows lingering over my shoulder. 

From,

            Aaron. 

P.S I can't gather the energy to make any jokes about your music taste.