Dear My Reader

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Your Pov:

I awake to the cold, yet somehow slimy walls of the 2 star hotel. As I rub my face, I wipe off the crud on my eyes. Looking around, I feel slightly ashamed. Yes, I've been getting his letters. Yes, I have not been writing him back. Yes, I've been purposely avoiding him. But, Legend, I miss you too. I stretch my arms above me and close my eyes, trying to catch the last moments of slumber. I lay back down on my dirty, hard bed and roll of into the floor, landing with a thud.

Laying there I don't want to get up to do any thing. No money, no family, no life. I turn to face the ceiling and sit up. Taking in the surroundings, I notice the small details of the room. From the small dusty mirror, pealing wallpaper, and the chunck of gum stuck in the carpet, obviously you can tell my room is maybe even better than Legends jail cell. He had done DIY everything! Thats style. Not like this, not like me. Even though he is living in jail, I'm living on a 10$ pay check every week, just trying to survive. Begging on the streets, ratty clothes, only kind people giving quarter's. Just a dirty, old, rusty piece of junk. Like the refrigerator in this hotel. "Ha, they can't take my humour" I say to myself. Pitiful. Your pitiful.

I pick myself off the dirty floor and walk lazily over to the bathroom. As I rid my cloths of my body, I turn the water on to warm it up.

I step in to the shower. The only good thing that's good about this hotel is that it actually has very clean water, but that must be because that's the only thing they spent money on. I'm pretty sure they don't even clean the rooms. Whenever I go out, I come back a dirty room once again. The beds aren't even made! I can tell they had been in here because they stole my chocolate candy bar, that I had spent my own money on, and took the unused soap out of the shower. Yeah, and they didn't even replace it.

Unfortunately, I can't spend much time in the shower or else the $2 room will cost $3. So I quickly soap myself and rinse, taking about 5 minutes. I dry myself off when I get out, and put on one of my two shirts with bleach stains and holes. Then I pull up my pants, getting my toes stuck in the holes once again. Putting on my work boots matted with mud and dirt I look up at the clock. 2:47 AM. The clock doesn't work, so I set the time to a time important to me. The exact moment my brother died. WELL, AT LEAST I THINK IT WAS. WHEN HE DIED, A RANDOM NICELY DRESSED STRANGER WALKED UP TO ME AND SAID THAT. Sorry for all of the sudden yelling. Some cat next door found a megaphone and started meowing into it, the horrid noise coming from upstairs. I go grap the broom the "cleaners" left in the hall closet and begin pounding on the ceiling. "Hey!!!! Shut up you indecent eggplant!!!" The meowing finally stops.

I go to the kitchen and open a 50 cent can of soup and put it into a bowl and into the microwave for 30 seconds. I take it out and stir it up, and scoop some up with a small, plastic spoon. Still cold. I repeat the process and it's warmer. I set the warm, unmatching bowl onto the couch arm and gently sit down, not wanting to ruin my soup. Sitting on the patterned couch and sipping at my bowl, I start warming my still cold body from the rough, freezing night that was yesterday. My mind wonders from the stable barrier I have placed on my thoughts.

Why has Legend been sending me letter's? We don't ever talk anymore. Not since my brother was... murdered... We just didn't. Both our roads took horrible turns and I hated it. I'm homeless, surviving only barely and he's in a jail cell. How did we get so messed up? How did Legends mind only get worse? He was crazy before..... but now he's just plain insane. It hurts, seeing an old friend like this. It really does. Maybe I should go talk to him..... no. No, get that stupid thought out of your head.

I finish off my soup and get off the couch. I set the bowl and the cup into the sink and turn on the frezzing water. Bearing the cold, I scrub the dishes and prop them up on a towel. Then, making my way towards the door, I pull on my one, hand me down, heavy jacket. I grab my bucket and my violin and heave myself out of the door to start a new day.

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Hey peeps! So, here's the surprise I mentioned in the last chapter. Its in your point of view, so I though that would change it up a little. So, guess your not as well off as Legend thinks. Welp, that's just how it goes. Not everyone get the chances we do, so appreciate what you have. I'm not your mom, just a humble dementor. Hence the user name. If you want more chapters in your point of view, then just tell me. It was actually sort of difficult writing this chapter, but I feel it turned out great. Any who, hope you enjoyed. Oh, and by the way, that little part about the cat was requested by my friend. You probably know who she is if you know me. Again, hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Bye peeps!