To Whoever, From Karen

To Whoever

Its 3 in the morning and the night is frighteningly quiet. The halls echo each deathly step and the windows show the terrifying night. Donna cannot sleep, she tosses and turns in her bed, but that is no good, the nightmares keep on haunting her.
She has had these dreams for ages now, black and white, and opaque, even colored. Sometimes she screams but her screams are voiceless, sometimes she tries to run, but her legs are weak. He will never go, will never get out of her mind. She can never forget…. how can she, when it’s the man who killed her.
It all starts, Donna’s nightmare that is, as beautiful as a bride can ever be. First day in college, wow, what an achievement.
Mum: okay Donna you have packed all your things? Toiletries, groceries, oh, and I hope you haven’t forgotten your room keys darling!
Donna: no I haven’t forgotten anything mum, can we go now? Or I will be late for checking in on the first day, how embarrassing!
The air is filled with excitement, little Donna’s heart flatters with joy.  Now who wouldn’t be happy? Honestly it feels like her emancipation.  The foyer is packed to the brim and the air buzzes with laughter hellos and goodbyes. Soon it is relieved of its weight, only the residents remain.
IN DONNA’S ROOM
Karen: hello, I am Karen, you must be Donna?
Donna: yes that’s right. Good to meet you Karen!
Now her life extends to outside her room and the lecture theaters. The day is occupied with friends, classmates, boys and enemies. Who would have thought that one smile would dig her grave, who would have thought that one word would kill her soul, who would have thought just a bit of laughter would bury her forever.
She was sitting alone in the reflecting room that day, reminiscing on the pressure of university when they walked in. She hardly noticed. Why would she? It was only until he came up to her, Dylan he said his name was, that she looked up and it all began.
Dylan: hey Donna!
Donna: hey!
Dylan: why are you sitting by yourself? Where is Karen?
Donna: am I not allowed to sit by myself? She is in hostel.
It wouldn’t be fair on you if I told you the rest, that, I’m afraid, you will need to reason. My Father once told me, he read it in the Bible he highlighted... “The wolf comes in sheep’s clothing my dear “. Well Donna didn’t know.  If it were you would you know if you were sitting next to Lucifer? I for one wouldn’t.
Days passed, friendships grew. Weeks passed and Donna said cupid agreed. But I don’t believe in cupid. It’s a myth and will never be a legend. Why I say so is because of darling Donna.
One night, it was just like other nights, what was different? Nothing! The moon and stars were in the sky. I recall that night as Donna told me….
Donna: who is she? Are you lying to me Dylan? I can’t believe I have been a fool all this time. I hate you, you are such liar. Honestly how could you?
My darling Donna! Oh my darling Donna.  You see, it hurts me to feel her pain. It hurts me more to know her pain. I have tears in my eyes as you can see. I am out of breath as you can hear.  Granted the opportunity Donna would have been happy to be here this day to see Dylan’s execution, then again, knowing her kind and silly heart she would be grieved.
She told me with tears running down her cheeks how she called her mother.  Roses are beautiful but their thorns leave you with bloodied hands. It is outrageous really, I was appalled. I then sat down and felt death in the air, and realized she had the right to. Oh must be dying to know.  She beat him up and cried murder…. Oh hilarious isn’t it? The killer crying murder! But Donna wasn’t a killer, we all know that.
Donna: I hit him and I don’t care if he is dead. How could he do this to me? He lied to me and made me look the fool. So all his friend’s knew? Who is going to love me now? I hate life; I just want to go home!
Her mother came to take her but my dear was still in tears. For a moment I actually thought of finishing off what she had started. I was burning with anger…. Trust me my heart was screaming “KILL HIM”. Who does such things? Who possesses someone’s life with pain? I know! Donna knew too but what does that matter now? She’s dead!!
To Mrs. Kendrick’s I offer my deepest condolences. To Donna, if she were here, my darling I am sorry. To Dylan, I do not know how you feel but I hope you feel pain. To you the reader of this letter, tell them those who buried her, tell them those who miss her, tell them those who do not understand why Donna is dead. Tell them that he raped her and was scared to bring him in. Tell them that he gave her aids and was afraid to live. Tell them that she knew was going to come and kill her so that she wouldn’t tell a soul. Tell Dylan that she told me and I will live to see justice being served.

Yours Karen.