Dear S,April 13, 19
There are no words I have to tell you what I have been through to find my brother. He has been gone for 67 days now, and there is barely any hope left in me that I'd find him. He ran away for reasons not known to me. All I know is, he got into a fight with J and B, and disappeared the next day. Him being my brother and all, the least I could do is go look for him. The only precious items I have are presents brought onto me by family. When I first set out on this rugged journey, I had no idea where to start, so I took the money saved for a rainy day by my family and bought a bloodhound. I figured I wouldn't get a decent job here in K anyway. I want my brother home, not an education. I named the bloodhound E, after the person he's looking for. On the second day of my trip I knew he was my dog when the storm hit. I was near C so these things happen often. It was black everywhere, like a cave. I could see nothing, until a rock hit me. I guess the storm carried the rock. E grabbed me by my jacket and hauled me to an abandoned house. The rock must have taken 5 years of my life off, as for E, the storm did the same. I buried him yesterday at dawn. That's when I realized I couldn't go home until I found my brother. I used up my family's money on E, and now that he's gone, there is nothing back in K waiting for me. I can't even remember M or P's face, or their voice. The strange thing is that I can remember my brother's face, and his voice. That is the only thing that keeps me moving. I'm in O now, and asking around for my brother. I have never seen a more isolated place. The farms didn't have a single stock growing from them. My throat hurt to breathe. I saw houses flipped over, cars ready to turn to dust, and not a face ready to be encountered. People said they didn't ever see him, until I asked the sheriff. He said that the man in the picture I have is a thief, stealing food and water from people. He also said that my brother was being held in H. He gave me directions to a train, and sent a telegram to the sheriff that I was coming to bail out my brother. I had no money from the strangers who gave money to me. When I got there, the sheriff told me that he was caught stealing from a deputy. The deputy was on break then, and was drinking. He shot my brother, who later died from internal bleeding. Tell M and P I'm coming home, and that my brother is coming with me.
Love,
F