A murder most foul, they say.
It’s a shame really. You had so much to live for. You had a promising career ahead of you; you had a good internship, a 4.0 GPA, you probably would’ve graduated top of your class.
It’s a shame you swallowed that arsenic.
I guess I can’t blame you though. It wasn’t really your fault. How could you have known that someone laced your drink with poison? But with that 4.0 GPA one would think you’d be smart enough to notice.
They talk about you a lot at the college. They say detectives have gone looking for you. Your parents are worried sick. No one really knows about the arsenic. I suppose they think you’ve just disappeared; kidnapped maybe. They’re worried; if only you could see them.
Sometimes I miss you so much I wish I could remember where I hid your body.