A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction and I would love to hear any feedback; good or bad. I thrive for constructive criticism, how else can I become a better writer? I was given the task to write a "Part 2" to the Glass Menagerie for my English class so...here it is! I hope you can find some enjoyment in it.
~ Eerised K
February 21st, 1937
Dearest Unicorn,
It has been almost a month since we last saw each other, and I do hope that Jim has treated you well. Does he know to polish you twice a day? And that you shine brightest when the sun is out and rain is drizzling at the same time? I wish I could have told him these things before you left. It seems more like a year ago since then, not a mere four weeks. Much has happened during this time. First of all, Tom is gone. Yes, did you hear? He left almost as soon as you did; off to travel the world like father, having his own adventures like in the movies he loved so much…I do not blame him for leaving. In fact, I never expected him to stay.
He was so miserable here, and I often worried about him just like mother. Me like mother? I know, it sounds ludicrous but it's true. I knew why Tom loved going to the movies so much. He spent every spare moment he could away from the apartment because it was his escape, a chance to make his own choices and live without our mother's scrutiny. When mother would compare him to father I wanted to believe that this wasn't true, but every time Tom left the house those two little glass monkeys – do you remember them? The one's mother got for me last Christmas? Well, they taunted me mercilessly with the idea that one day I would never see my brother again. I know that I've told you this before…you always comforted me when I had those nightmares. But this time I had the nightmare again and you weren't there…and this time the nightmare was real.
I shouldn't have been so surprised to find Tom's bed empty - a note resting precariously on his pillow…but I guess the selfish part of me wanted to think that all his threats of leaving were merely said in the heat of the moment. Didn't he realize that he wasn't the only one under mother's strict rule? Her never-ending stories of "gentleman callers" and "southern charm" always reminding me of what I can never be…Tom was not the only one trapped in this house! How can I handle mother on my own? Why would he leave me like this? I feel so lost...even more so than I already am…My head is just buzzing with questions that make me sick to my stomach, and I know deep in my heart that they will never be fully answered.
I'm sorry to throw all of this upon you so suddenly, but I feel so strange my friend! Part of me is furious at Tom, another at mother. Then I will see mother crying in the kitchenette and feel so selfish - she has not only lost her husband, but son as well! I try to think of good things, and the other animals help a little but...Oh, how I wish you were here with me again! I can't talk to the other glass animals the same as I could with you.
Sweet dreams, wherever you are my friend. I promise to write again soon.
Love,
Laura