To a noctivagant,
I wish I could hear you say sorry for what you have done, for you to own up to what you have done and feel bad about it. But I know you won’t because that secret of yours can’t get out, and if I ever get the chance to see you locked up for what you have done I will feel a little better but I know it will never be justice for what you did. We had a son, and you hurt him in ways a child should never be hurt. I worry every day about his future and how scarred you have left him. I’m trying my hardest to help him, but I worry sometimes that you went too far and I won’t be able to help him. I just want to say you are a parasite and you are not human. To do what you did, you don’t deserve to walk on this earth, you deserve to be walked over and feel every footstep as pain. Your way of life is not the right way, no matter how many others like you tell you it is, it’s still just a sick twisted cruel life you live. You’re going to hell and knowing that you are makes my life easier. I wish you the worst, I hope karma bites you today, and I hope your sick life comes to an end immediately so nobody else will be hurt and scarred by you because it is hell. I wasn’t strong enough to fight you off before you hurt us, but know that if our paths cross again, I will be.