(Mature Warning for use of the 'F' word)Fauna Blake
Hufflepuff Table
Hogwarts, Scotland
Malcolm Blake
21 Monks Crescent
Portsmouth, UK
01/16/09
Malcolm,
This is my fourth attempt at writing this letter.
That said, I want to make it clear that by writing back to you, this does
not mean that I want you in my life in any form. I'm responding to your owl because I have things to say that I can't hold in anymore. You can respond back, but if at any point I decide not to write to you anymore, you will have to accept that- meaning you will
not send me a dozen owls asking why. I have not agreed and I don't know if I will ever agree to see you in person. I don't know if by writing this one letter to you that I will always want to keep up correspondence through owl.
Okay?
The thing is, Malcolm, I don't need you. I'm not saying that to be cruel. I'm trying to explain that I have an amazing family, amazing friends, and people who care about me. I am lucky in that I have no lack of people who care. Not everyone at Hogwarts can say that. My mum and my older sister, though, they
needed you. When you left, you... you just really affected them. That doesn't just go away, and I know this is part of the reason why mum is slow to trust and obsesses over money, because she is responsible for taking care of us. You left my sister when she was what.. six? How is that ever going to be okay? It's not. I'm lucky in that I never got to know you, and never got to miss you.
And before you tell me that every child needs a father, well, no. I don't think that's true. My grandparents took your place. They were there for me when I was growing up and struggling to learn as fast as the other kids. They were there for me when I got my letter and went to Hogwarts. We helped each other when my granddad got sick, and when he died. You weren't there for the hard times, or for any times. What makes you think you can be here now, when my life is okay? I can't imagine a world with you in it because it's like you've never existed before now. How am I supposed to accept you, accept this truth, when there's no place to put you. I don't understand what you want from me, or how I'm supposed to act around you even if you told me. I don't know how to fit you into my life when you've been nothing but this... name, that my mother hardly ever mentions.
How in the world can you claim to
love me and Moira when you have done nothing to show this? I'm not asking you to now. But I don't see how you can love someone that, in my case, you don't even know. You don't know who I am because you never bothered to find out. All you know is from what Addie has told you about me... but it is NOT the same thing as getting to know me in person and being a part of my life.
You say that you're sorry but... it's so vague that I have a hard time believing that it's true. You don't specify what you did wrong exactly and I can't spell it out for you. I'm an adult now, do you realize that? You haven't cared to contact me for all these years. I feel like the reason you're doing it is just so you can feel better about yourself and validate that what you did wasn't actually so horrible.
I'm not the solution to your... midlife crisis or road to feeling like a good person.
The worst part is, you've taken away my friend from me. I feel like I've lost her and what we had, because every time I look at her all I can think about are the lies. I
know this isn't her fault. But it doesn't make it easier. Did you consider that? The first time she told you about me, you should have had the strength to own up to your own stuff and tell her who I am. And when you finally did that a year ago, she had to be in on the lie?
That's not fair.
It seems to me that you think my feelings, her feelings, everybody else didn't matter to you until what you wanted became important. Now that it's suddenly important for me to know the truth, I have lost one of my best friends and someone I thought I could trust unconditionally.
You know what. Fuck you.
-Fauna