My Last Note To The World

I don't know who you are, but who ever you are, please, hear me out.
When i was young, it all started.
My first love was a girl named Samantha, she was 15 years old, just like me.

Our love wasn't meant to be though.
Our teacher caught us passing notes.
She was furious when she read the tiny pieces of paper.
Lesbians in her class, that unheard of.
She told us it was a phase.

For Samantha it was.
For me on the other hand, it wasn't.

When i turned 18 i met Christina.
That year i came out to my parents.
My father was mad, my mother just sat there, crying.
They couldn't handle it, and i would be ashamed if it wasn't for Christina holding my hand the whole time.

After a couple of years me and Chris broke up.
I chased a lifelong dream of being an actrice.
I starred in the movie " The Salt Flats " and thats when i met my last girlfriend
She was beautiful... She had long blond hair that looked like gold thread.
Her eyes met mine and we kissed.
I knew i've met my match, my soulmate, the one true person i love.

We moved into a cozy apartment where she grew roses.
Scarlet Johnsons, the rose i admire en envy for its color.
The red, so passionate.

But then i went bad, the virus in St. Mary's, the Underground and Three Waters changed this land into Dictatorship.
Everything was Godsent and being homosexual was a sin.
I don't know why they hate us. We are just like them, only our taste is slightly different.
We held on to eachother, but they took her away when she was getting the groceries.

After that, they came for me.
We were held prisoner in a research facilaty.

That's why am writing you this letter. Because i wanted to bring my story out to someone who cared.
I may not know who you are, but i want to talk together, laugh together
Cry togheter...

Yours truely,
Melissa