Title: Letter to Nobody (Dead Letters Home)

Author: Jacey

Rating: PG

A/N:I got the idea for this fic from a DA letter sent to my e-mail. It had a list of challenges.

This challenge was:

Dead Letters Home:

"take a character.

kill him/her.

let him/her write one last letter. it can be to the world. it can be to a particular person. it can be to no one.

s/he's died, and this is all that remains."

The website for this challenge, along with all the fics, is here: http://www.dymphna.net/deadletters/

Disclaimer: I don't own the character of Jondy. Nor do I own the song words used in this fic. The Freedom words, come from the song 'Freestate' and the butterfly words come from the song 'Butterfly'. Enjoy.



Dear.. Nobody.

It's weird how, when you're gone, suddenly you realize that there's no one left to write too. Not that the concept of writing while dead, isn't weird in it's self, but let's face the facts.. I'm dead, and I have no one to write to. I've spent far too long pushing everyone further and further away. It started with them still reaching towards me. Arms open, hearts open, just giving me time. And then.. before I knew it, no one was left. I spent too long in the dark, waiting to be rescued, when all I had to do was take one step forward. But now it's too late.

So I guess the concept of me being dead, and writing a letter, isn't all that weird after all. No one's gonna read it. Cause there's no one there.

Sometimes, I sit here, in this endless sleep, just wishing I DID have someone to write too. someone to tell how much I love them, or my last thoughts, how I died, my last words to the world that I've left behind. My last words are still there. Here. Hanging in silence. Oh they're there all right, but no ones gonna read them.. Cause there's no one there.

So, to make my last letter something special, something worth reading... I'm writing to me.

Dear Jondy, I'm sorry I died. I sorry I never gave you the chance to carry on living, to find everyone that was left behind. Hell, I know as well as anyone, that it's hard to be you.. To be me. But I guess I made it difficult for you not to be me. For you to spread you wings and prepare to fly... cause that's never gonna happen now, and for that, I'm sorry.

Love, Jondy

I've left so many people behind in my life, that I wouldn't know where to start, even if any of them were left for me to write too. I'm not one for mushy letters, love songs and heartfelt poems, but if I had one last chance to say thank you to everyone who ever made an impact on my life - be it good, or be it bad - I'd say thank you. I guess I am saying thank you. After all this is my one last chance...

So, Jondy, step out of your cage and onto the stage, it's time to start playing your part. Freedom awaits, open the gates, open your mind, freedom's a state.

Forever yours,

Jondy XXX