Dear Music,

You were one of the only ones I genuinely liked so why did you have to leave? I looked up to you! You were like the most badass woman alive and had such a burning passion for what you were doing, I, too, was inspired to follow in your footsteps.

You cursed School with us, agreeing that she was a secret psychopath.

I was angry and hurt that you would just leave all of us in that hellhole to suffer while you moved on to other things. You provided a safe haven for all of us and made promises that you would always be there for us, yet you acted like those never happened. God, even Onyx said he had never seen me so mad.

I still remember that night, you know.

You had just returned from your concert, drunk and happy. You certainly didn't expect to see me there waiting for you. It started out normal, didn't it? Just two people catching up on what had happened over the past few years since you left.

But it is always calm before the storm. And oh boy, that was one big storm alright, I still remember the shock on your face as I lashed out at you, letting all my anger known. I hid it well, didn't I? You didn't even know how much I was trying to keep myself until you brought up our years with School and badmouthed my friends. You were literally asking for it.

You tried to defend yourself, sprouting out weak apologies, empty promises and pathetic threats. One moment you said you were going to talk to School about it, and then the next, you were going to call the police. Ha! What a joke. I literally had a knife at your throat and you wanted to call the police? How were you planning to do that?

I admit, I was going to let you go when you promised me justice, but then you brought up the police when you didn't get the reaction you wanted. That was when I knew that you were not the same person I looked up to before. Or maybe you were and we were just naive to fall for your tricks.

Now, lying in the dark, I often wonder if your time with us was just a joke. What if you had just pretended to care, taking amusement in how easily we believed your lies before taking that fragile hope away?

That seed grew into a large, firm tree when I went back to your apartment once the case went cold. Guess what I found? Diaries upon diaries and letters to your family hidden away. I brought them back, careful to cover my tracks, and shared them with the rest. Oh, how deceitful you were indeed.

Did you know that everyone was uncertain whether or not to kill you as well? But I guess we made the right decision after all.

Do I regret killing you? Well, I initially did, but that all went away the moment the truth came out.

With no regrets,
Amethyst