Dear Patrick
Letter Twenty-Seven
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Dear Patrick,
I don't want to talk about what's going on with me. I can't talk about it for too long because it hurts. Everything does. I don't know why but I have this hope that you'll come and get me like you always do. I keep feeling like you're going to run into my house, go down to the basement, and check that back closet. Don't do that, though- because that's where he's hiding. Or hiding him. I don't know I'm so confused.
Somebody I really love died recently. I'd just met her Pat and I know you'd love her. You'd love her more than anything. But Adam accidentally fell on me and I fell on her and we both fell down the basement stairs. She died, Pat. And I cried- so, so hard. I was crying so hard I couldn't even breathe. That kind of crying you do when you just can't anymore. You would've loved her, Patrick, I just know it. I didn't even know her name. She's been here for three months and I was so absolutely clueless that I didn't even notice. You'd think I would.
She helped me so much, Pat. She helped me when Adam took me to the doctor. She'd be there with me. At first, Adam didn't know she was going in with me. He thought when I talked about her that I was a liar and delusional, but he's just a little bitch. I kicked him in the nuts and punched him in the nose about five minutes ago, Patrick. He's out cold but I can't go up the stairs. I can't make it up that high- it's so much. I keep trying but I can't get my legs to work.
Adam tried to help me up the stairs but he couldn't lift me either. He was high off the drugs. I think he was more stoned than I was that other letter I wrote you. I can't remember exactly what was happening but I remember writing everything he told me to write. Not Adam, the other one. I don't know his name, Patrick, he won't tell me. He lets Adam go every day. He drops him off at home but Adam comes back every time.
Patrick, can you come help me up the stairs please?
Lana
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Lana
Where are you?
I'm so confused.
I went to your basement.
There's nobody there.
There's nothing even there that shows you were there.
I don't know what's going on
I skipped my game, Lana.
Lana.
Lana are you in someone else's basement?
Is Adam the one who's hurting you?
Lana, stop. Don't be torn apart about the girl you met, be happy that she escaped that mess. Let me help you escape.
Am I too late Lana?
I'm on my way to Adam's house.
I love you, please stay safe please.
Patrick
Dear Patrick,
I don't want to talk about what's going on with me. I can't talk about it for too long because it hurts. Everything does. I don't know why but I have this hope that you'll come and get me like you always do. I keep feeling like you're going to run into my house, go down to the basement, and check that back closet. Don't do that, though- because that's where he's hiding. Or hiding him. I don't know I'm so confused.
Somebody I really love died recently. I'd just met her Pat and I know you'd love her. You'd love her more than anything. But Adam accidentally fell on me and I fell on her and we both fell down the basement stairs. She died, Pat. And I cried- so, so hard. I was crying so hard I couldn't even breathe. That kind of crying you do when you just can't anymore. You would've loved her, Patrick, I just know it. I didn't even know her name. She's been here for three months and I was so absolutely clueless that I didn't even notice. You'd think I would.
She helped me so much, Pat. She helped me when Adam took me to the doctor. She'd be there with me. At first, Adam didn't know she was going in with me. He thought when I talked about her that I was a liar and delusional, but he's just a little bitch. I kicked him in the nuts and punched him in the nose about five minutes ago, Patrick. He's out cold but I can't go up the stairs. I can't make it up that high- it's so much. I keep trying but I can't get my legs to work.
Adam tried to help me up the stairs but he couldn't lift me either. He was high off the drugs. I think he was more stoned than I was that other letter I wrote you. I can't remember exactly what was happening but I remember writing everything he told me to write. Not Adam, the other one. I don't know his name, Patrick, he won't tell me. He lets Adam go every day. He drops him off at home but Adam comes back every time.
Patrick, can you come help me up the stairs please?
Lana
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Lana
Where are you?
I'm so confused.
I went to your basement.
There's nobody there.
There's nothing even there that shows you were there.
I don't know what's going on
I skipped my game, Lana.
Lana.
Lana are you in someone else's basement?
Is Adam the one who's hurting you?
Lana, stop. Don't be torn apart about the girl you met, be happy that she escaped that mess. Let me help you escape.
Am I too late Lana?
I'm on my way to Adam's house.
I love you, please stay safe please.
Patrick
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