Re: Return letter: Daniel W/Sam A
[This time, she decides to write an actual letter of her own, on actual paper. It's filled with doodles around the edges- well, they're more like sketches, yeah? A few of Mimi. A few of Mimi with the baby. One of Cris in the store. Two of Daniel with books.]
D,
Hey, listen. I know you don't remember so much about us or whatever, and I get I was screaming about the dead woman, yeah? She's the first one I ever saw in my life, and it was kinda hella scary for me. But not being in control makes me think of Ian, and of being drugged up, and of not being able to do what I wanted to do. It's not a good place to be, yeah? Sometimes, letting someone deal with the bad shit, and just being there while they do, is better than taking their control away.
We came to find you before you could do something you'd regret. We came to get Atticus. But we didn't come to hurt you, yeah?? IDK about Claire or Lou, but me and Cris don't wanna hurt you. We CAN'T, yeah? And we know that. We just want you home or whatever, somewhere we can see your ass. Ok, maybe I want that more than Cris, but whatever. I miss you. Stop fucking hiding. You were eating willing ppl before, yeah? We're not gonna stop you from doing it now.
Hey, btw, I got a fellowship, yeah? For art. From the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation. You always said I should do something my art, yeah? I'm scared as FUCK, but I'm gonna try. IDK if you remember, but you paid for a lot of my shit along the way, so, yeah, I wanted to tell your absent ass.
Come home, asshole. Your cat misses you too. <3 Sam