Post by Rowan MacDonnough on Nov 30, 2017 4:13:54 GMT
"Dear Mr. Harper, Ms. Valentine, Mr. Lockwood and Ms. Madrox,
I'm sorry. I know that it's not fair to you for me to leave like this, and I know that you're all probably going to worry. I don't care what the rest of the people say about you, I know that you're good people who want to see my happy and healthy. I know that you all see me as family, and a part of me wants to see you all as family too.
But my family all died, didn't they?
I don't want that to happen to you, too. There are too many good people connected to me who have gotten hurt. People who aren't anymore because of people who shouldn't. I don't want that to happen to you, and I think we all know that it will. I want you all to be.
I think it will be good for us all, too, because of what they say you're doing to me here. They all think you're brainwashing me, and even though I've told them its not true, they won't believe it. They won't believe that there's good in you, that there's hurt from seeing me hurt. Ironic as it might be, I think this might be the only way to prove to them that you haven't been doing anything bad to me.
Brooklyn - I'll keep the bear. Thank you for it. Dean, I've stored all the food you've been giving me, and even though it's too big I'll keep wearing the hoodie. Caleb, the blanket will keep me warm and safe. Maxine... thank you for your gift, too. I hope I don't need to use it.
Most importantly, though, is that I'm afraid that as long as I'm hear I'll just hurt you. Because despite all I am to you, I only barely remember who you are. I'm not who you all want or need me to be, and I can't keep the promises I made you anymore.
I'm broken. I need to go find a way to piece myself back together. That's what the Pack's about, right? Maybe once I find out who I am again, who I'm best supposed to be, I can find my place among you again. I don't know. I hope so. You've all been so kind.
I love you all. I hope you find what you're looking for. And for what it's worth, I'll miss you.
Goodbye,
~Rowan MacDonnough"
Tears fell from Rowan's face as she finished the letter, the water of them staining the paper. She left it on her bed where she was sure that Mr. Harper would find it in the morning, and as quietly as she could she unlocked the door to her room. Then, quietly and carefully, she slipped out of the window and into the night, away from Centralia and to whatever door she could most easily find that would take her in. She had a few names in mind - after all, if the IWF was the place where the old her had chosen to inflict its pain, then the IWF must be the best place to atone... she hoped. Otherwise, she knew that there would be a life for her beyond the IWF, where perhaps she could help the world more than she ever could as a sports entertainer... before she considered that, though, there were doors to be found.
To be continued...
I'm sorry. I know that it's not fair to you for me to leave like this, and I know that you're all probably going to worry. I don't care what the rest of the people say about you, I know that you're good people who want to see my happy and healthy. I know that you all see me as family, and a part of me wants to see you all as family too.
But my family all died, didn't they?
I don't want that to happen to you, too. There are too many good people connected to me who have gotten hurt. People who aren't anymore because of people who shouldn't. I don't want that to happen to you, and I think we all know that it will. I want you all to be.
I think it will be good for us all, too, because of what they say you're doing to me here. They all think you're brainwashing me, and even though I've told them its not true, they won't believe it. They won't believe that there's good in you, that there's hurt from seeing me hurt. Ironic as it might be, I think this might be the only way to prove to them that you haven't been doing anything bad to me.
Brooklyn - I'll keep the bear. Thank you for it. Dean, I've stored all the food you've been giving me, and even though it's too big I'll keep wearing the hoodie. Caleb, the blanket will keep me warm and safe. Maxine... thank you for your gift, too. I hope I don't need to use it.
Most importantly, though, is that I'm afraid that as long as I'm hear I'll just hurt you. Because despite all I am to you, I only barely remember who you are. I'm not who you all want or need me to be, and I can't keep the promises I made you anymore.
I'm broken. I need to go find a way to piece myself back together. That's what the Pack's about, right? Maybe once I find out who I am again, who I'm best supposed to be, I can find my place among you again. I don't know. I hope so. You've all been so kind.
I love you all. I hope you find what you're looking for. And for what it's worth, I'll miss you.
Goodbye,
~Rowan MacDonnough"
Tears fell from Rowan's face as she finished the letter, the water of them staining the paper. She left it on her bed where she was sure that Mr. Harper would find it in the morning, and as quietly as she could she unlocked the door to her room. Then, quietly and carefully, she slipped out of the window and into the night, away from Centralia and to whatever door she could most easily find that would take her in. She had a few names in mind - after all, if the IWF was the place where the old her had chosen to inflict its pain, then the IWF must be the best place to atone... she hoped. Otherwise, she knew that there would be a life for her beyond the IWF, where perhaps she could help the world more than she ever could as a sports entertainer... before she considered that, though, there were doors to be found.
To be continued...
Well howdy there pardner.