Dear Mosquito,

The first time that I ever meet you was when you flew inside my apartment from the balcony around a week ago. I thought that you wouldn't be much of a fuss since you're just a small winged insect which doesn't require much room space. I even thought that we could be great roomies and that you could share stories about how life as a mosquito was really like and I could tell you how interesting my life was as a pathertic nerd loser. Being a mosquito sure is interesting wasn't it? Each day I saw you flying happily around my apartment, sometimes landing on my cupboard and sometimes on the kitchen table. I even cringed when I saw you were hit by the ceiling fan, but since you have little body mass, the impact doesn't hurt you very much. Your very presence gave my life much meaning. Sometimes you made me wish that I was a mosquito like you.

That first day was the most beautiful day of my life. That's because at that very day, I knew I already found my one true companion. The partner that will stay with me through my hardships and my sorrow, and stand by me in my days of glory. The partner that will be my most trusted assistant and at the same time, my greatest mentor. I thought things are starting to work out in my long boring life. Or so I thought.

It was on the third day when all of this conflict began to happen. It was morning when I woke up from bed, and as I was making my way to the kitchen, there you were, sucking the blood out of my cat, Mr. McFluffy Boots. Now, there are many rules of friendship that I allow leniency, and I know that sometimes being a mosquito is very frustrating for you, but sucking the blood out of my cat is something I simply cannot tolerate. How would you feel if I go and suck your cat's blood? (if you have a cat). Besides, don't you know that sucking blood is very much similar to practices of today's satanic cults? Even though it was too much for me, but as a your bestest best friend I must forgive and forget. I let you go by at that time. I thought things are turning out for the better at this point. I was wrong.

On the night of the fifth day, I was having trouble sleeping in my room because my whole body felt irritatingly itchy. I thought I've contracted some kind of skin disease from that mamak stall in Cyberia that I went to eat earlier that day, but I was wrong. It was much worse. It was YOU, you lousy bloodsucking bastard! You have been biting me and sucking my blood the whole night and left my blood-drained body to die in an unholy wave of itchiness. I've given you accommodation and my friendship, and this is what you give me in return??!! It's one thing to bite and suck the blood of Mr. McFluffy Boots, but biting and sucking MY blood is way over the top. That's something I can never forgive, not even in a kabajillion shmajillion years. That night you have crossed the thin red line, my friend. I don't care whether you're a mosquito or Batman, but this kind of thing doesn't go off unpunished.

At that very moment, I quickly got off my bed and reached for my kitchen cabinet and took out a can of Shieldtox. From what I've heard from the ads, mosquitoes like you hate the smell that comes out spraying from inside the can, like it's kryptonite or something. But as soon as I got my hands on the spray can, you quickly darted out and flew away outside the apartment through the front door. Coward! How dare you run away from your opponent when he seeks an honorable duel with you??!! Didn't your parents taught you anything about shame??!! Not only have you bitten and sucked the blood out of me and my cat, but in the end you just flew far away from here, unpunished!! Why, mosquito, why??!! What have I done in my 19 years of mortality that made me deserve this fate?? Answer me, dognamit!!

And now, here I am writing this letter about you. After I finish this letter, I will post it outside of my front door and balcony as a warning to you and your bloodsucking kind, just in case that you have the audacity to come back and beg for my forgiveness. Go away mosquito and never come back!! If I ever see you again in my apartment, I swear I'll make sure to finish the job and spray a can of Shieldtox all over your six-legged bloodsucking ass!! I have a new friend now mosquito, and his name his Bob. Bob is a moth and he will never ever suck anyone's blood, especially mine. He is more a friend to me than you ever will be, mosquito!!

So long mosquito, and wherever you might be, I hope that one day...just one fucking day, somebody else is going to suck YOUR blood. I don't know of any creature capable of sucking blood out of a mosquito though, but trust me, you'll come by them sooner or later. Then you will know how much suffering you have given to your once good friend!

End.