Epilogue
Hello, If you’re reading this, it means I have been found. And for that, I’m sorry.
After everything I have been through in life, this is the last thing I want to do. But I had no choice. You gave me no choice.
Before I met you, I was a happy, carefree kid who loved life, music, and acting. But you took that away from me the moment you took me into that bedroom and stripped me of my innocence.
I was just a fucking kid, but that didn’t matter to you.
Once I finally found the strength to escape you, I was left with a massive black hole in my heart that no amount of self-therapy could fill. I tried everything, and I mean everything, to right the wrongs you committed, but nothing worked. I struggled a lot throughout the years to accept what had happened to me, to mend the broken pieces you left behind, and once I felt I had finally put myself back together, one phone call from my agent about you shattered all the hard work I had done.
Now here I am, writing this letter. A broken man with no more strength left in my body to fight the demons you created. I thought I was strong enough to live to see another day, to forget the memories of everything you did to me, but I’m not.
I never was.
But that’s not what hurts the most. No. What hurts the most is what you did to my best friend. When I met her on set of Schoolyard Quest when we were ten years old, I was filled with a joy I have only been able to recreate once since that day. She was the light of my life and the best thing to ever happen to me. Whenever I was around her, soaking in her bubbly and outgoing personality, I knew I had to keep her in my life forever to continue feeling the joy she evoked in me.
And then you came along and changed everything. You broke her like you broke me. I was unable to save her from the monster that you are, leaving me helpless in the darkest of times, and that’s something I can never forgive myself for.
Every day I tell myself I should’ve tried harder to protect her and get her out of the situation we were in so she could go on to live a normal life. But I couldn’t, and that still haunts me to this day.
Kinsley May, if you’re reading this, just know I’m so fucking sorry for everything that happened to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to protect you from that monster. And I’m sorry I’m too weak to stick around and fight this battle with you.
I’m a coward, I know.
But I’m just so tired of fighting. I’m tired of looking over my shoulder every day hoping the demons haven’t caught up to me, ready to drag me under with them. And I’m sorry I ever influenced you to agree to go to that party when we were twelve. If I had said no, maybe things would have been different.
That’s what I’m the most sorry for.
I’m hoping that when I see you next, in whatever lifetime, I can take you out for the dinner I promised you. I hope that one day I get to see that smile of yours again because it’s one of the things that kept me fighting for so long. But until then, I will commit it to memory and carry it with me wherever I go.
I love you so much. Please never forget that. And never give up fighting. You’re a strong-headed woman, and I just know if anyone is strong enough to see the end of this battle, it’s you, my sweet Kin.
Make him fucking suffer for the both of us.
And finally, I want the world to know what you did to Kinsley and me all those years ago. I want everyone to know how much of a sick monster you are. I want to see the world crumble and burn around you because it’s what you deserve.
There is nowhere for you to run or hide because I’m going to make sure everyone knows exactly what you did, and there is nothing that you can do about it.
I hope you rot in Hell, Reggie Black. Your end is near.
Travis Mayer.