December 2, 2009

December 2, 2009

Dear Kevin,

I finally saw what the rag is. Jerry didn't see me, when he was asleep. It's a piece of Dave's shirt. I was shocked to see that, and it had some writing on it. It looks like Dave took a crayon and wrote "ts not rea." I couldn't read the rest, it looks like it had gotten wiped off or something.

I don't know what it means yet. I wonder how much I couldn't see. Was it a big message, or something small? What's "rea?" I don't know, and Jerry still refuses to tell me what is going on. But I am starting to get a weird feeling about all this. Jerry doesn't do anything besides hold onto that piece of shirt, and he doesn't listen to the Doctors. When they came in the other day, he got really scared and didn't want them to touch him.

So, on the good side, Blaine is now playing Monopoly with me. He says I cheat, but that's not true. We only played one game, and he isn't very good, but at least it's someone to play with.

Do you have any pets, Kevin? I used to have a dog named Pepper. He was a beautiful dog. I wish we could have pets here. Although, it's bad enough we can't even see the sun, I can't imagine how tough it would be for a dog. If you do have a dog, maybe I could play with it when I come and visit!

Sincerely,

Your Friend

November 28, 2009

November 28, 2009

Dear Kevin,

I'm sorry I didn't wish you a happy Thanksgiving. I guess I forgot. I know I have a lot to be thankful for. I'm alive, the Doctors are taking good care of me, and I hope to be able to go home real soon. I'm sure you have a lot to be thankful for, too, Kevin. You seemed to have it all going for you when I saw you at the party. I hope this letters finds that is still happening, despite all the things that have happened.

So, I don't know what to do with Jerry. He hit me today. He punched me right in the nose. I didn't bleed, which is kinda weird. I'm a bleeder. That's something you didn't know about me, but apparently, I don't bleed anymore. Can you believe he hit me? He's never been violent before. It's because I kept wanting to see what he's staring at all the time. I got a small glimpse of it yesterday. It looks like a piece of clothing; like a rag or something. I don't know what the big deal is, but he won't let it go.

I haven't mentioned Blaine for awhile. He's doing good, I guess. He still hates that I write letters to you. I explained to him that you are cool, and that you don't mind, but he thinks it's stupid. I didn't tell him everything, but enough to where he knows that you won't just throw them out. You couldn't. He keeps talking about someone in his sleep. I guess it's his mom and dad, but they have weird names. I don't know, he's weird. Dave told me I was just like him when I came in for treatment, but I don't believe them. Maybe he'll come around. It would be nice to have someone to play Monopoly with again. I'm tired of losing to myself.

I wonder if it's cold where I live yet. Maybe they got snow for Thanksgiving! That would be amazing. It snowed for me, last Thanksgiving. I remember, I was standing outside, looking at the lights, and it just started snowing. It felt so magical. I bet it doesn't snow where you live, Kevin. I bet you are still enjoying the beach, am I right? I wish I was at the beach.

Thanks again for listening. Hopefully, next time I write, I will know what Jerry has been up to.

Sincerely,

Your Friend

November 25, 2009

November 25, 2009

Dear Kevin;

Something is wrong with Jerry, Kevin. He used to be friendly, but something happened. He has something and he just stares at it all the time. I don't know what it is, but he looks scared now. I don't know why he is scared, or what it is he has that scares him.

Jerry doesn't even play Monopoly anymore. We played yesterday, and he landed on Boardwalk four times in a row, on the fifth, he freaked out, and threw the board on the ground and walked over to his bed and refused to talk to anyone. I'm really worried about him.

I've been thinking about Dave a lot. Jerry mentioned him yesterday. I said we should be happy he is cured. I want to be cured too, like Dave is. He never got a chance to say goodbye. The Doctors just walked him out one day and he was gone. Before he left, he talked to Jerry, and he told him something, but Jerry said I imagined it, just like I did the saucers. I got angry when he said that. I didn't imagine anything. Those saucers are real. I saw them every night for months before the incident, and no one imagines something every night, right?

I know you can't answer, Kevin. I am sure you are probably just living your life, and I don't even know if you are reading these, but I hope you are. I need you to hold onto these, because I think these will be important one day. One day, when we all know what really happend, the steps I took will look silly, but maybe others will be able to identify.

Sincerely,



Your Friend