13/7/15
Dear Bella,
I don't really know why I'm writing this. The priest, pretentious bastard though he is, suggested I wrote to you - something about catharsis. I'm pretty sure it won't work. You're dead* gone, and there's no postal service where you are. However, I have nothing better to do, except draw, and that… that became too much after a while.
I'd ask what you were thinking, taking in that damn kid, but I'm pretty sure I know the answer. He was another of your strays. I just wish you'd taken in a dog or a kiwi or a… or a penguin, for all I care! Those would be fine to deal with. I could sell them on, or set them free into the wild! But I can't (legally) do that with a kid. You know I don't work well with people - in fact, you were probably the only thing that kept me from running off into the bush and staying there.
I've only been dealing with the kid for a week, and I can barely stand him. To be honest, the law is the only thing stopping me from up and leaving him alone, and even then I've only put up with him so far because child services were going to take him away. They were supposed to get him tomorrow. Never gonna happen now. Because, of all the kids you could have picked, it had to be this annoying fafa!
The first few days were okay, me keeping out of his way, and he out of mine, but today! Today, he burnt down the barn, ran off into the wilderness with a gun he didn't know how to use, and got lost after ten minutes! TEN MINUTES! That shouldn't be possible. How did the munter survive this long? To add to that, when I caught up with him (after letting him wander round for a while) he was foolish enough to suggest that we stay in the bush! Sure, I was planning on doing that anyway, but not with a useless, incompetent child. He started talking I snapped. Perhaps it was wrong, trying to attack a child - I know you'd frown on it, but he was just so annoying… So, I lunged forwards, caught my foot on a root, and BAM! Broken foot. I won't be walking for another few days - God knows how we'll get food.
So, I am now stuck in the bush, unable to move, barely able to hunt, and stuck with a noisy, cowardly kid, while child's services (They were supposed to take him away today) probably think I kidnapped him! As if I'd want to spend another minute in his presence. In fact, I would rather wrest;e with an alligator naked in a mud pit full of piranhas.
Unfortunately, it seems I'm stuck with him, probably for a few days, maybe more. Hopefully not more. He's started 'rapping' and tried to write a haiku. Makes me wish I was with you… or that he was. Rest assured, I'm not that keen to go to prison. I hope all is okay for you. For all I know, you've found your family, and are too busy to even take note of what I'm doing. Good luck.
~Hec
*How pathetic is that? Not even able to write the truth…