Hiya!
This letter is just a little bit longer than the first one, but it's still short. I'm sorry. You can actually blame on The Epic Of Bandana Man, by EpicInTheLibrary, 'cause that's what I've been reading. But you can also blame on my another upcoming long-fic, Mean Boys. I'm not saying much about it, 'cause I'm still working on it. But I can tell you it's another Jarlos, yay!
So, I hope you don't get too confused by this second letter, but I'd like to take it slow. I hope you don't get bored. And I know I made it clear that those weren't the first letters Carlos was sending to James, but let's just say those are the first ones that actually matter or have important contents.
I'll try to make shorter author's notes, 'cause in the 1st Letter, the notes were almost bigger than the actually letter =(
I'm sorry for the wait, I'm a lazy typist.
And thank you for the reviews. But I can always use more sakjsaçlsjalçkjsklaçjs It's like fuel, and gets me inspired whenever I read them.
(Oh, and lemme know about any mistake you see, please!)
Ok, I'll stop babbling. On with the fic. Enjoy.
Hello.
I know you're not used to receiving letters from me all the time. But for the very first time in all those years, I feel like something's off.
Well, something is wrong.
I don't want to pressure you or anything like that, but may I ask you why you never came to see me? Are you ever coming? What day is today? I'm sorry.
Oh, please notice I still don't have my glasses. Shitty handwriting, but that's the maximum I can do, once I can't have lenses in here.
But as I was saying… I'm losing it, James. I can't clean my own room. How come I can't clean my room or wash my clothes or basic natural things like that? I'm a fucking neat-freak, Jesus Christ! But, also, I don't know for how long I've been here, I can't have my lenses (and you know I don't really like glasses), I don't know what fucking day is today. I'm losing it, James.
Come save me, please.
But here is not all bad, you know. There are cool people, and cute little pets, and Sydney. I'm glad I can at least keep her. I think she's my connection with the reality. If it wasn't for her, how could I be sure everything from here back was actually real?
I feel like there's so much I need to tell you, I just don't know how to say them. If you could only look into my eyes… But you are never coming, right?
Please, keep a secret: yesterday I tried again. I was just tying the last knot when the little redhead – her name is Bruna (your favorite name, remember?) – called the nurses. For all I understood, she likes me a lot. Than that huge nurse came in, and pulled me back and gah, all my work was lost.
And now I'm on the solitary. Bruna was here just a couple minutes ago. She talks to me through the door, and takes care of Sydney, and I adore her for that. She's really sweet. We could have adopted her. We only could.
I feel so sleepy. I don't even know what time is it, but when Bruna left, the sun was still up, 'cause she said she was going to walk Sydney while it was still clear outside. I probably shouldn't go sleep now, 'cause dinner isn't here yet, and when I wake up, the bugs will have been all over my food… but my eye…lids…don't answer me…anymore…'M sorry…Jamesy…
Love u…Gonna go sleep…Hungry…Too sleepy to wait…
~CPenaJr.
