Dear Patrick
Letter Thirty
Monday, December 16, 2013
Dear Patrick,
The guy's still not back yet. I feel a little better. Writing to you helps me, Kane, it does. I'm going to go up and get Adam. I keep saying his name in the heat vent but he isn't answering me. I th
Oh my God Patrick. He's dead. He's dead. He walked in all bloody and then he just fell and didn't move. Patrick, I can't go past the door, he's right in front of it. I'm so scared. That son of a bitch. I can't stop crying Pat please come get me. How much longer until you write me, Pat? Why aren't you coming to get me you asshole? I need to get Adam but he isn't answering me from the heat vent. If he dies, it'll kill me. I can't do this anymore Patrick. Come on. I want to get out already. His car's outside and his keys are in his pocket but he's all bloody, I can't touch him. How am I supposed to steal a dead man's keys? Patrick, I'm begging. You're supposed to help me Patrick. You're supposed to give a shit.
Monday, December 16, 2013 (again)
Dear Patrick, I'm home. Adam's in the hospital. So fuck you for all the letters I thought you wrote but you didn't. And fuck you twice for not even trying to tell me happy birthday. But the biggest fuck you is going to be one I tell you about the girl that died. You're a dumb bastard, you know that? You're so stupid. Now come over please. I'm sorry. I can't come to you, I can't drive that far and there's police here and everything Patrick. They won't touch any of my stuff. They're leaving everything exactly how it is, as if my pair of converse or jersey on my chair are going to help them find out what happened. Patrick, I'm not feeling good and I miss you tons. Come visit, please. I don't want to hold all these secrets in anymore.
Lana
Friday, January 10, 2014
Lana,
Where are you?
Let me find you.
Stop hiding from me.
Patrick
Dear Patrick,
The guy's still not back yet. I feel a little better. Writing to you helps me, Kane, it does. I'm going to go up and get Adam. I keep saying his name in the heat vent but he isn't answering me. I th
Oh my God Patrick. He's dead. He's dead. He walked in all bloody and then he just fell and didn't move. Patrick, I can't go past the door, he's right in front of it. I'm so scared. That son of a bitch. I can't stop crying Pat please come get me. How much longer until you write me, Pat? Why aren't you coming to get me you asshole? I need to get Adam but he isn't answering me from the heat vent. If he dies, it'll kill me. I can't do this anymore Patrick. Come on. I want to get out already. His car's outside and his keys are in his pocket but he's all bloody, I can't touch him. How am I supposed to steal a dead man's keys? Patrick, I'm begging. You're supposed to help me Patrick. You're supposed to give a shit.
Monday, December 16, 2013 (again)
Dear Patrick, I'm home. Adam's in the hospital. So fuck you for all the letters I thought you wrote but you didn't. And fuck you twice for not even trying to tell me happy birthday. But the biggest fuck you is going to be one I tell you about the girl that died. You're a dumb bastard, you know that? You're so stupid. Now come over please. I'm sorry. I can't come to you, I can't drive that far and there's police here and everything Patrick. They won't touch any of my stuff. They're leaving everything exactly how it is, as if my pair of converse or jersey on my chair are going to help them find out what happened. Patrick, I'm not feeling good and I miss you tons. Come visit, please. I don't want to hold all these secrets in anymore.
Lana
Friday, January 10, 2014
Lana,
Where are you?
Let me find you.
Stop hiding from me.
Patrick
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