Chapter 6
Dear...

Author's Note: This chapter is written in a series of letters.


Monday

Dear Blossom, Bubbles, and Professor,

I really want to talk, I really do. I can't bring myself to do it. I don't know why, I just can't. It's not your fault, it's mine. It's almost if I can't talk, like someone plugged my voicebox, but that's silly, or is it? I don't even talk to myself anymore. I was thinking... is it possible that I CAN'T talk anymore? Like... when you believe that your sick, but your not, but you believe so much that it comes true? Do I believe I can't talk SO MUCH, that I can't? This is crazy.

Tons of love,
Buttercup


Wednesday

Dear Blossom,
Hi. I just wanted to say thanks. I'm really grateful for all the time you spent with me trying to get me to talk. I'm sorry for fighting with you so many times. You're a great leader.

Thanks,
Buttercup


Wednesday LATER

Dear Buttercup,
I'm so sick of the way you've been acting. Get it together already, JEEZ! You make me sick! You are crazy, believing that you CAN'T talk. Did I mention you make me sick? I did? Good, maybe saying it two times you'll actually get it to your big head!


From your disgusted self,
Buttercup


Thursday

Dear Buttercup,
Why do I make you sick? I'm trying my best, I really am! You should know, you are me, aren't you? This is crazy! This letter is over! Good Bye!