"What are you doing, Philip?" Pip's adoptive mother asked, smiling as she looked over her son's shoulder to see what he was writing. The boy was hunched over his desk, covering whatever he was writing with his tiny hands. He looked over his arched shoulder at the woman and smiled up at her. He moved his hands and looked back down at the letter he was writing.
"I was writing a letter...my last family." He said sadly. It's only been a few months since Pip's last adoptive family disowned him and sent him back to the orphanage they got him from. Only after a few weeks of owning Pip they got sick of him and sent him back. At least that's what the people at the orphanage told Pip's new parents when they adopted him a few weeks ago. Pip was such a sweet and innocent boy, Mrs. McVay (Pip's new foster mom) wondered why they took him back.
Mrs. McVay raised a hand to her frowning lips. Her eyes became glassy with tears. It was so sad. Pip was so young and sweet, he's even still writing to those horrible people that sent him away. He didn't deserve such cruelty, he was only a child after all. She cursed those people for what they did to Pip. Nevertheless, Mrs. McVay kept her hatred for the other family hidden, deciding to humor Pip's kindness towards them. she didn't want to upset him by taking the letter away and throwing it away like she wanted to.
She would pretend to mail it for him latter, then she would just throw it out. It was best if Pip forgot all about that family and moved on with his life. All she had to do now was get it from him. Mrs. McVay smiled and held out her hand. "May I read it?" She asked. "I could spell check it for you." Pip hesitated for a moment, silently debating if he should let her read the letter. Then he smiled and handed her the letter, deciding he could trust her.
Once she had the piece of paper in her hands, she held it up to her face and read over the red, gloppy letters. The pen Pip was using must be broken, all the letters were smudgy and were dripping down the page, making it hard for her to read. But it was not impossible, even with Pip's sloppy, child like hand writing.
After she read the whole letter, top to bottom, Mrs. McVay screamed. She scream was long and horrified. Soon her throat burned and her voice became raspy.
On the small piece of paper, written in those gloppy red letters read;
Dear Miller family,
I really miss you all, I'm sorry I couldn't get to know you all better. I wish our time together as a family could have been longer. Anyway, I hope Timmy will come out of that coma soon, sorry for pushing him out of the tree house. And sorry about Suzie's cat, he scratched me. But I'm sure he's happy up in heaven, or in that hole in the back yard were we buried him. Either way, I'm sure he misses you all, like I do.
I really like it here with the McVay's. Their really nice. I hope I can stay here longer then I did with you and the family before you guys...and the ones before them. Maybe in this family there won't be any problems. I really hope so. I wouldn't want to hurt them like I hurt you guys.
Love Pip.
P.S. This was written in blood, in case you were wondering. That is until everything starting going black.
Right after Mrs. McVay read the letter, Pip fell from his chair, collapsing on the floor by her feet. blood gushed from his finger tips and leaked onto the floor.