Day 11 - A letter to someone who has passed away
Dear Eric,
H-hi there. I've never written to anyone from the dead before. This is...frightening to say the least. It's almost like my letter to God, except technically, he's not dead. You, on the other hand. You're gone.
Well, in every other letter I've asked "how are you?" But, well, you're kind of just stuck in the ground. How well can you potentially be six feet under? I saw your coffin, though. You have a really soft one, so it must be comfortable. I want my coffin to be like yours. Black outside with ruby red velvet on the inside. It'd be pretty against pale white skin.
After you died, Kenny busted me for my drug use. He burned my face off, practically. I was saved, but now I'm left with scars on my face and psychological problems. I've been in a mental institute for over a year now, trying to get better. They say I'm gonna stay here until I get over Kenny, since I still love him. But I can't see that happening. Sure, Kenny tried to kill me. Sure, Kenny cheated on me. Sure, he still loves you and never wants me again. But...forgive and forget, right?
I've been getting more visitors recently. A few weeks ago, it was my sister and her small family that came by. Then a few days ago, Wendy came by. Remember her? She looked really pretty and healthy. The opposite of me. But then, yesterday I had to write a letter to Butters, and as I was writing, he came by! I even cut my letter short so I could rush and see him. His blonde hair is still short and he still has a baby blue jacket. He didn't fidget as much as he used to, which I was happy for. And guess who he was with? His boyfriend! He got a boyfriend in the school he's in! His name is Jeremy. Butters told me that Jeremy had a similar childhood as he did, so they were able to connect over they experiences. Isn't that great? He was in such a need of a partner.
Kenny was devastated when you left us from that car accident. He cried for weeks on end, and even started drinking more. I was hurt by your loss too, and when Kyle told me of you two, it made me turn to the drugs more. Then Kenny found me, high as hell, and that's when he hurt me. He was sent to prison for attempted murder. By now, he's out, but I haven't seen him since that night. I want him to visit - him and Kyle. I'd include you too, but, y'know.
They educate me behind these walls. I've been writing a book. It's about a teenager who drowned and now is in an underwater Heaven. His princess love (Amy) has a broken leg (with a zigzag crack in the bone) and Gerard (the kid who drowned) needs to find her to keep her safe. But some guy locked him and his friends up, and they need to get out. Amy's pet kiwi (bird), Lacey, is now at the window, trying to get the guys' attention. Georg (the zebrinny) was the one to notice the tapping coming from the window. Charles (a peasant) got on all fours, then Joe (another peasant) got on him, then Georg then Gerard reached the window. Lacey had a friend - Terry (a new character who's a talking quail) - that ran off to find a rope ladder for the ones in the basement. Right as Terry got back, though, the person who trapped the four in the dark underground came back, holding an axe. Besides that, though, Amy's been working on a new song for her xylophone. When she was practicing it in the hospital, a shadow of a person appeared in the doorway, and she nearly had a heart attack when she saw who it was. That's where I left off. It's on page 141 now. I want to see if I can publish it when I get out of here.
If I can, I'll dedicate it to you.
Since if it wasn't for you passing, I wouldn't be able to write it.
Thanks, man.
I hope the afterlife is fun.
~Stanley