Scarlett's Letters

Rhode

Rhode,

I've stopped eating like I used to. Or maybe I was always like this. You used to complain that I never ate enough. You always said I would die if I didn't eat more. But it wasn't me who died, Rhode my love it was you. Maybe you ate too much. Ha ha, clever clever. I think I ate yesterday, but I don't remember seeing anyone yesterday... My friends didn't come out to play like they used too, they haven't come since you left. Maybe they liked you better, just like everyone else, including me. I miss my babies. Maybe I'll talk to the dark, funny shaped man on the wall. I tried. It didn't work, he's very shy, maybe tomorrow.

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I just found this crumpled under my bed, it's from about two weeks ago. It sounds like something a freaky old lady with frizzy hair, huge eyes, and a smile that sends shivers down your spine would say. Someone so crazy you can't even be near them.

So I called in the nurse and had her bring me a sandwich. The sandwich was huge, overstuffed with meats and cheeses and vegetables (sorry tomato, you just got veggied). I ate the whole thing. Almost exactly one minute later I threw it all up. So I called in the nurse and had her bring me another one.

Stubbornly Yours,

Scarlett

P.S. I keep writing to you even though I know you're gone, God help this crazy girl.

P.P.S. Actually God, I take that back, last time you tried to help, things didn't turn out so great *cough*Rhode*cough*died*cough*.