May 26, 1984
Hey Delilah,
Hope you're doing alright. Sorry for not reaching out sooner. The truth is, I've been in solitary for the past two weeks, and I haven't had access to a telephone or writing materials.
Things are kinda okay, and I might be getting out of here next week, which is a relief.
But here's the thing I've got this family thing coming up in Texas. Six months ago, before my ex-girlfriend left, I told them I'd be bringing my girlfriend along to my mom's birthday. Now, I don't wanna let them down, you know?
So, here's the deal: Would you mind pretending to be my girlfriend for just one day during the visit? I know it's a weird ask, but it'd mean a lot to me, and it's just for show. After that, we can go our separate ways.
I get it if this sounds out of the blue, and I won't hold it against you if you're not up for it. Just wanted to throw it out there and see what you think.
Thanks for considering it, Delilah.
Richard
I had a lot of questions reading that letter that arrived yesterday, I don't know that man's intentions like I get it thank you, you went to jail for me but anyway, David is out of the hospital now and he is recovering way faster than I thought so it's not like you're a hero or something why is he asking me for a favour.
I stood up from my bed and headed to the bathroom. As I sat down on the toilet seat, I grabbed the blade out of my pocket and With trembling hands, I guided the blade towards my thigh, feeling its cold edge pressing against my skin, I pressed a little harder until I saw that crimson fluid... I've been doing this for a year now. When my mom found out about the scar on my wrist, I knew I had to find another area.
If you're thinking 'Delilah, That is so mentally unstable of you,' well, you're the one fantasizing about a serial killer, not me.
I took some tissues and wiped the blood off my thigh, and I stood up to wash my hands. Just when I turned the faucet on, the telephone rang...
"Hello, this is a collect call from Richard Ramirez, an inma-.."
Quickly, I pressed the buttons to accept the charges.
"Accept," I replied swiftly.
"Miss me? I hope you got my letter," he muttered playfully in his deep voice.
"Ah yeah, I just finished reading it, actually.."
"So, did you think about it? One day, princess, and we don't have to see each other again?" His voice grew deeper, tempting me.
"Why did you take the blame? I want to know why," I asked, my curiosity piqued.
