I know how you feel about me, Lila. Before, you were just like all the other therapists. You thought I was crazy. You thought I was untreatable. But I'm not. I got better because you helped me. I remember you helped me when none of the other doctors would and I won't forget that, Lila. And I do know how you feel about me. I do. I feel the same way, so you don't have to hide it. I want us to be together, just like you said we'd be. I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you. I'll do what you asked and then we can be together, right?
I picked a flower for you. It's pressed and folded in with this letter. I think it's a carnation, but I'm not very good with flowers. It smells like carrots, but in a way it's soothing. Like the way you smell is soothing. Not that you smell like carrots—I like carrots, anyway, but that's not what I mean. You smell like something unidentifiable that drives me insane just thinking about what it is when you're not with me and then almost drugs me when you are here.
Your ex-husband doesn't know what he gave up, Lila. And the bastard doesn't deserve your daughters because they're yours, so he better not win custody of them. Sarah looks so much like you and Rebecca has your smarts. I don't watch them anymore. I stopped when you told me to, I promise. I don't want you to be mad at me anymore. Are you? I didn't mean to be creepy. I just didn't want anything to happen to them when you aren't with them. And I promise that when I do what I have to do, they won't see it. They shouldn't have to see it, so I'll make sure they aren't there.
The therapist you sent me too is as much of a nutcase as half the people in prison were. I don't like him, but I'll continue to see him because you asked me to. He doesn't speak well of you. He said you were a psychopath just to do the job you do. I tried my best to keep from hitting him because you said I should see him and if I hit him he might not let me see him anymore. Will I have to stay in therapy when I do what you told me to?
I've been reading a lot of Shakespeare lately. Do you read his works? They are genius. I've already memorized Hamlet and The Two Gentlemen of Verona. You're like Valentine's Sylvia. "Unless I look on Sylvia in the day, there is no day for me to look upon." See? Except you're so much better than Sylvia because you're real and I love you and not her. Besides, I bet Sylvia didn't work for a living like you do.
I've been writing this letter on and off for most of today, so it may seem a bit choppy. My sister just got a laptop and she's letting me use it. I haven't shown her this letter, don't worry. And I won't save it on the computer. I'll print it up and slip in under your door. I'm going to do what we planned tonight. Ciro told me that you lost the girls, and I'm unbelievably sorry. You'll have them back tomorrow, don't worry. I'm going to print it now and sign it.
(Signed)
(Sincerely)
((Love))
Ed
P.S. I'm not sure how to sign a letter.
Nicholas: Hi, I wrote this in ten minutes after watching the movie Borderline for the first time. Not a bad movie at all! The end, I didn't care for that much, but all movies have their faults. Something about the way it's written: italics means that it's either hand written--as in the signature--or emphasized and (parentheses) is how many times it was crossed out. Strike out doesn't work on this sight so, shit. Anyway, enjoy the delusional insanity of Ed Baikman.
Disclaimer: Don't own it! May mess with it in fanfiction, though, but I'm not getting paid so don't sue!
Rated: K plus for light language