2P! America X Reader: Dear Lemon-Lima (Prologue)
Blood, gore, that's it for now.
Pain racks through my body, almost black blood pools around me. I hear someone yelling at me, but I can't make out what's being said, or who is speaking. Blobs and smears of color make their way toward me. Somehow, I know that they won't hurt me.
Now, you're probably wondering how I got into this mess. I guess it would make sense to start from the beginning, or at least, how this mess first started I should say. It all really started a year ago. I used to be a very shy person, well, I still am a shy person. The only difference is that I express myself a little better now, which is why I'm now in this mess. I had started writing letters to a dead person, you know, the one who created Lemon-Lima, only I called her lemon-Lima since I didn't know her real name. Every time Tuesday before school I would go on my paper route and drive by an abandoned house, or at least I thought it was abandoned. I was given one of the bad neighborhoods near my school. Why, you ask? Well, the answer to that is because no one EVER notices me, so I can ride through and go unharmed or not be harassed. Another reason is because I'm not very sociable, and I scowl all the time. Apparently that makes me one of 'them'. Yeah, I have a temper, and a foul mouth, but I'm not mean because I enjoy it, most of the time anyway. There are people though who deserve my kindness, and there are those who don't.
The reason I'm so grown up and well, me? My mom is in an asylum, and my dad has been M.I.A. since I was little, so I'm on my own. Why is my mom in an asylum? Well, she's not exactly sane anymore. She couldn't take care of herself, let alone me. When I put my mom in I faked my dad's signature, and said that he left for a business trip to China and couldn't turn it in himself. I also said that he hired someone to look after me while he was away. It was a lie of course since he is currently M.I.A. and has been for the past couple of years. There's no way I'm going to go live at a home, not in a million years. I get work when and where I can, and the one blessing my dad left when he disappeared, was that he paid off the house, so there's no payments that need to be paid. The only things I pay for is the electricity, water/sewer, and the garbage/recycling. I try to recycle everything that can be recycled, but I'm not perfect.
Anyway, back to the point. I needed a way to get my feelings out, so I started writing to Lemon-Lima, and leaving them in an abandoned mansions mailbox. I thought I was fine until I got a reply from Lemon-Lima. Not the actual person, but someone was replying to me. Being the idiot I am, I continued to send the letters. Over time 'Lemon-Lima' and I became 'friends'. Strange things started happening, people started noticing me, people were more scared of me than before, and I didn't have a clue on what was going on. I guess I'll shut up for now and let you go on…