Sun and Moon

Chapter 8 - 196 days

Dear Moon,

Remember when I told you that drinking was the bottom line? Well, forget that. I think this is the bottom line.

I've been sitting inside our room for, I'm not really sure how many days but it's been a few, and I've just been constantly staring at these damn white walls. Why did we even keep the walls in this ugly shade of white? It's not even entirely white. To be honest, it looks like someone painted this room with mustard and then tried to clean it up, but failed miserably. In addition to that, if I look closely enough, there are faint splatters of blood across the walls. It intrigues me and I wonder what happened here.

My imagination is running wild. I keep imagining different scenarios as to why the blood is on the walls. One after another, they just keep getting crazier. I've come to a conclusion though, I think I'm crazy, or this room has made me crazy. Either way, I'm definitely crazy.

But, I think I belong in this crazy room. Just look at me. My brown hair is greasy and it looks like a bird has made a nest in it, my eyes are hollow and my cheeks have sunken in. If I remove my shirt, I'm pretty sure that you could see my ribcage. My once athletic body is now a memory forgotten and I now really do look like an actor from The Walking Dead.

Do you think I'll die soon? Maybe the alcohol will finally take me.

Speaking of alcohol, I've started to mix different ones. It tastes horrible, but it numbs my pain. It's like I'm on morphine.

I've also found this old flyer of a missing girl. The girl actually looks like you, but that couldn't be it right? You were never found missing. You were always here, with me. 

Sorry, I've been rambling this whole letter, but who am I supposed to talk to other than you? You're the only one who listens.

Until we meet again,

Sun