Dear Erica

I was really hoping that I would've heard from you by now...I'm really hoping that my last letter reached you and that you're just busy, though according to Channing you mustn't be THAT busy...

They finally told us today why you hadn't been here...Fired hey? Not good enough to fill the big boots of governing a women's prison Miss Davidson? What bullshit...if anyone knows how to make this place better it's you. I hope you know that it's fucked up. To me, you were a million good things about this shitty place. I hope they figure that out soon because, well, I really want you back ...to be governor, to be my tutor, and I promise I'll keep doing my best. Maybe I'll try harder to make you look good. I wouldn't want to let you down. You've always looked good to me though.

You know, It's really weird how prison feels when you don't have that one person that makes it feel less like... Hmm... prison? Like you don't mind actually being here because you know you're going to wake up and see that person that brings a smile to your face. That you're going to see that smile in general...because it keeps you warm even on the darkest of days. That's you for me and I know you know that.

I'm not as strong as I let on in here and I miss that you also know that about me. You see right through me, the same way I see through you. We connected on a level that was both intellectual and emotional and I don't have that same feeling with anyone else. I miss having that outlet. I miss it so much. It kept me from going crazy. Being in the slot was torture, kinda like how it is now without you here. Being in the same room with you even for a second made me forget that I'm confined by not just the walls in here but the things I've done. You treated me like none of that mattered. Even when I was in the slot, when you visited me there, I could've lived there forever just in the same room...

I can't believe I just wrote that sappy shit. But see what you do to me?!

Please write me back Erica.

Please.

Franky x