Fan Mail

Word count: 1051

Fan Mail by J. M. Kraynak

***************

Dear Ms. Kennedy,

         I apologize that I haven't written to you in so long, and am hoping it hasn't put anything between us. I've been spending a lot of time on a token of my love for your works as a writer.

         It's funny that I find myself remembering the first time I read one of your books. Your writing was so moving and beautiful. Don't be upset your book didn't make the best seller list. I've sent The New York Times a strong worded letter accusing them of fraud. Your book was incredible.

         I was so looking forward to seeing you at the book signing at Barnes & Noble. It's a shame you didn't come. You've no idea how long I've waited to speak to you.

         As you're reading this, the gift should be arriving. I hope you like it.

         I was quite upset to see you have found a man to fill the void in your life. I'd hoped my letters would have shed a little more attention on yours truly. Honestly, I thought you cared more for me than that. Do you not love your adoring fans? What was it you said to me in your replies? Thanks so much for your care and support.

         I cared for you... I supported you... I thought you cared for me in return. You betrayed our relationship Ms. Kennedy. How dare you. In the old days, a man was condoned for killing the woman who betrayed their love. I've always been a conservative myself.

         I can't believe it's come to this. Really I can't. I loved you. I thought you were beautiful. You're ugly now. You betrayed me. What did I do wrong? Was it something I said? Did I come off as too desperate?

         Enjoy your gift, sweetheart. It should be breaking through your bedroom window any minute, and you won't believe how much blood it's going to spill.

         Oh, I'm going to enjoy this. Perhaps I'll start by cutting out your black heart. No? Maybe your ears since you never listened to me anyway. If that won't do, I'm sure your eyes will suffice. You were forever blind to those that love you. Maybe when I'm done scarring that beautiful face that looks away from me, I'll remove those hands that embrace the man you love.

         Do you think I'm crazy? Oh, I don't think so. You're partner agreed with me before I relieved him of his balls. You know... the ones that fucked you at night. He won't be doing much of that anymore. Do you cry for him? Don't worry, sweetheart, I've left him in your basement to rot. You'll find the rest of him upstairs in your bathtub. I tried to disinfect it. I really tried.

         Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be dead? Well have you? I suppose not. You've been placed on your pedestal thinking you're invincible. The rest of us aren't even worthy to look at you. I used to think I was but you changed my mind.

         In your book you wrote of a man that broke his wife's legs so she couldn't run off with her true love. I've always had a fondness for baseball bats. Dunham's had them on sale this week. You'll be seeing it soon, and the hammer. We could start by knocking those teeth out of your pretty little mouth one at a time. I know... this sounds so painful. Trust me, the adrenaline in my syringe will make sure you don't pass out from shock.

         I brought along a nice rusty railroad spike. Want to guess where that goes?

         I know you're probably thinking that you could call the police. Don't bother. Your phone lines are cut.

         It's my guess that you're sitting in front of your computer right now reading this letter. I hope you saved your work, sweetheart. The lights won't be on much longer.

         Do you know what it's like to be betrayed by the one you love? Do you know how much I sacrificed to be with you? I bet not. After all of this, they'll throw me in some crazy house and leave me to live out my days. I'll be thinking of you, dear. I'll be thinking of how I ripped out your lying tongue with pliers.

         Do you have an ice pick in your house? For your sake, I hope you don't. You have no idea what I can do with one of those. I bet you forgot that I make ice sculptures for a living. That is, if you even bothered to read that letter. The chain saw in your shed is a great tool for my trade. Oh the things I can carve. You have to be extra careful when you're sculpting though. One mistake and it's cut off and start again. Make too many, and you're left with a small piece of ice. Chainsaws aren't much good for that sort of thing, but chisels are. If that doesn't work, I could always use my exacto knife. It's great for getting those fine details, and hiding mistakes.

         You're a mistake. Want to know what I can do to you with my little knife? I always thought eyelids were small things. It's perfect for cutting them off so you can see what I'm going to do to you. Then you might even bring yourself to look at me.

         Are you frightened? Don't worry my love. I'll make sure you're alright. You won't believe how easy it was to dig that hole behind your boathouse. You'll be safe there.

         The garbage bags underneath your kitchen sink should keep the worms from gnawing through you... for a little while. I'm sorry I couldn't build you a nice little wood box, but I'm not very good with tools like that. I've been practicing using them for other things.

         Isn't betrayal a sin? I think it is. Do you know where sinners go? I hope the devil takes pleasure in your soul, because I can't stand it. Maybe he can give you the gift of love that I never could. It's doubtful. Remember Ms. Kennedy, when you're burning in hell, I'll be thinking of you in my little padded cell.

         Good bye... sweetheart.

Sincerely,
J. M. Kraynak

         P.S. - I'll never forgive you.

Prompt: Obsession