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Sunday, December 23, 2007, 16:36
Dear Dear,
Dear Dear, I hope life has been treating you nicely, Dear. I can't imagine the things people would do to one another these days. It's either they kill you with mainstream or kill you. Physically. That's a bad thing to happen, especially to someone like you. Me? I've been good. In fact, I've been really really good. I made sure I get up early in the morning and brush my teeth before I do anything else. Of course, I'll bathe as well, but that is later. What I do in between is a question from me to you. Then again, I won't expect a reply, knowing your condition now. Hehe. Let me tell you some of the things that are happening in this world. Really, you've been missing a lot of things. The real world I live in now has turned somewhat hostile lately. Everyday, I see people getting killed, other people squabbling over small little problems, women getting raped and murdered, and...other bad stuff. I don't think you want to hear the rest, Dear. It's not safe to walk alone as well or else the bad guys will come and get you. =( But still, it's not that bad when compared to other things going on outside this place. Yea, there are worser thingies lurking out there. And everyone's out to get at each other. It's really scary. Umm, I don't mean to scare you or anything, but...this is really what's going on. I would really like it if you could come, but right now, it's not safe. I know you've been inviting me over to your place a couple of times, but I simply have to refuse. Despite all the baddies here, I still have people I love in this wicked world. People that I love, people who loves me, and people I want to protect. I may be small, but if I have the will, I would gladly do it! So...that's why I can't go with you. That's why I have to stay. You can come visit soon, if everything else is safe~ =) Oh! And don't worry about me! I'll be fine. It's you that needs to be taken care of, hehe. The world may be wicked, but there are things small beings like me can do to make a big difference. All I need to do is just to find a way. Somehow. Pray that I'm successful, Dear! I need all the prayers and luck I can get for this to happen! Also, pray that my mother doesn't beat me again. Really. I don't understand why she does that to me. Pray that she won't find this letter. Or else I have to write again and go through the horrible parts up there. Again. With lots of love, Dearest. - - - She heard the door slam open, and when she turned, she saw the monster. Her eyes caught the evil wand in the monster's hand, ready to hit her, and on the other hand was a big bottle of whiskey. Half-emptied. Dearest grabbed her letter to Dear and crumpled it. She quickly tossed it into the dustbin when the monster noticed her doing that. "Writing again, Dearest?" said the monster, looming over her. Dearest cringed and ran to the edge of her room, "Nothing, mommy. Itwasnothingitwasnothingitwasnothingitwasnothingitwasnothing..." The monster ignored her and raised its evil wand. ... Labels: story |