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