March 22, 2012
Dear Friend,
I am sure you were super confused about my last letter since it was just me writing about how stupid I was. I hope you did get the gist of what I was trying to say since I am not really going/wanting to repeat it. Anyways, I am going to tell you the story on what I was saying. I am not going to go into full detail, nor am I going to tell all. I just want you to know what started it. My memory is still fuzzy and I am trying to black it all out. It is a really hard thing to do since it's only been a few weeks. So before it's completely gone I shall tell you what I can (in so little detail). So here it goes:
Anya and I one day decided to go on a little adventure since we were both kind of in a depressed mood. Her over something with Sam (don't quite remember what exactly it was) and me with the whole ruining a relationship thing. I got this brilliant idea to go venture the nearby college that was recently built in Lima. Well, we discovered a frat party going on during our walk through it; So brilliant idea by Imogen number one was to crash the party. I still don't know why I decided it was a good idea, but in my mind at the time it was. After a lot of convincing on my part Anya agreed. Apparently crashing a frat party was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. No one even questioned two random girls walking in. I never even thought that we could pass for college students, but apparently we do or they just really did not care. Anyways brilliant idea number two was changing our names, a little acting experiment. She changed hers to Monique while I changed mine to Athera. Again I am only giving you the gist of what happened, so there will not be very much detail on what happened. Brilliant idea number three was that we should drink, since again they did not seem to care at all about anything. The most brilliant idea I had though was leaving my drink unattended for a few minutes to go dance to some Lady Gaga song and drinking it again when I came back. Like my mind was already gone from the little bit I drank and didn't think someone could possibly drug my drink. That's the last thing I remember from the night. I don't even want to know what else happened as I told Anya a few times, at least not yet. It feels like it would hurt a lot less if I didn't know the whole story. Maybe when I am feeling better about the whole thing I will ask, for now I just can't.
So I am going to end this short letter here, since the little I did tell you kind of drained my memory.
Love,
Imogen