Disclaimer: In case we're not clear on this, Joss owns the Buffy-verse (we really need a better word for it than that), I'm just tresspassing on an unwatching corner of it.
Lonely Letters
Chapter Two
By IceWing (icewing@one.net)
Faith gnawed on the end of the pencil. The paper was still as blank now as it
had been when she had started staring at it almost an hour ago.
Hey Stranger,
I'm guessing that you know that its awkward to write a letter to somebody when you have no idea who they are. But, I'm going to give it a shot anyway.
I am sorry to hear about Joyce. She was a cool lady. Can't say that about most of the adults I know. I hope that it was quick and painless. I'll miss her.
Damn. I feel all this stuff inside when I think about her, about how she was. It feels like such a waste to have somebody as decent as she was just be gone. I don't really know how to put the feelings I am having onto the paper. I feel bad for Buffy and Dawn, and yes, I do remember her. I also know that I never got to apologize to Ms. S about all the crap I brought down on her, and make up for my little visit to see her when Buffy and I traded places. I just hope that, where ever she is, she knows that I'm sorry for that incident.
If you would, please, do me a favor. Stop by a florist and get some flowers for her grave. I'm good for it, I swear. Please.
And, if you think she's over the whole hating me thing, tell Buffy, and Dawn too, that I'm sorry for them.
That's it for now. I'll write some more in the morning.
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Ok, I'm back This still feels kinda weird, not knowing who I am writing to. Anyway, could I at least get a hint or something? Throw me a bone here.
Well, I wish I had as much to fill you in on as you can tell me, but I don't. I can give you the run down on what's been happening to me since last I was seen in the SunnyD.
Obviously you knew I was in jail, so you must know that I confessed to the LAPD about the death of the assistant deputy. They had me before a judge two days later. I told them how I had been attacked by one of the gangs which run rampant in SunnyDale and how I had been trying to get away from them. It was an accident, I didn't realize that he wasn't a gang banger, and I just reacted, with the piece of broken board I was fending them off with. But, I did admit that it was my fault, nobody else's and that I was responsible for the fact that an innocent died because of me.
So, now I'm in jail. Involuntary manslaughter. I was figuring they'd throw the book at me, but I guess the mayor wrote some pretty shining reviews before he got caught in that explosion at graduation. About the only good thing that came of that intern position. I look back at some of the things I did for him, and I just feel so dirty. God, I wish I had been smarter. But maybe in a way I am getting a second chance, but it doesn't make me feel any less dirty for what I did.
In case you're wondering, jail sucks. Although, I must admit its still a step up from running the streets of Boston. The food is lousy, but you get three hot meals a day. About the only good thing is that they actually give you a chance to better yourself. And you've got nothing but time, so I just tested and got my GED, go me! Been thinking about taking some correspondence classes from UCLA, but haven't gotten the paperwork yet. Never really thought I was college material, but maybe I could do it. School was something that always got in the way. Now, I wonder what I could have done if I had stuck it out.
Well, let's see. I got into a fight less than a week after getting here. Ended up winning, but got pounded on by the guards and stuck in solitary for a couple of days as a result. Pretty much the days are all about the same, unless something bad happens.
Thanks for writing by the way. It means a lot to me.
Hope to hear from you again soon.
Till then,
Faith
P.S. Regarding care packages, its kinda hit or miss. Sometimes food is allowed in, other times its not. Some books would be nice, but honestly, your letters are about the best thing you can send. ~ Faith
A soft smile on her lips, Faith sealed the envelope and slid it into the envelope
she had gotten, complete with postage. Carefully, she wrote the address from
the return address of the first letter on the envelope. She looked at the envelope,
her letter sealed inside, and chewed on the eraser again. It seemed wrong not
to put some kind of name above the PO Box. Hesitating for a moment, she wrote
the addressee, then waited for the mail cart to come around to send her letter.
Light shone on the contents of PO Box 92181 of the SunnyDale Post Office as the small door was unlocked and swung open.
'Lets see Junk Mail, Junk Mail, Credit Card Offer a.k.a. Junk Mail.' A grin crossed the person's face as the address on the next envelope was read.
"A Letter to My Mysterious Pen Pal"
A chuckle could be heard as the envelope was carefully opened and the recipient began to read.
