Letters to an Optimist

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Hey Lo,

I've already written this out right after I finished my previous letter. I wanted you to know the whole truth first. 

When the police came, my brother had a bullet hole in his shoulder, his shirt and chest were burned, and his arm was bleeding along with the shot in his shoulder.

I was different though, the back of my brother's shirt-my brothers gave me their shirts when it outgrew them- was torn at various angles, the cuts stung painfully, I remember feeling the blood running down my back, dripping onto the gravel in loud 'plops'.

Tears flowed from both our faces, we cried for hours and hours. I didn't even notice that the police where taking us away, away from the madness and grief of our other siblings.

The police took us to the hospital, there they handcuffed my brother and I. I was so confused, my brother was pissed, well, beyond pissed. He punched a cop three times when the same guy told him to calm down.

How can you be calm when the people you love just... die? 

Its next to impossible, a while after the grief and truth had settled in, I became angry as well, I threw punches at any breathing thing, everything, and everyone but my brother.

 We protected ourselves, we helped each other through thick or thin, no matter what. We stayed together.

Three years later, they shipped us to the States. They gave us a home, my brother was old enough to work, and drive. He was a legal adult; so he became my guardian. Once he got that checked up with a judge, we moved to Brooklyn, starting fresh.

My brother got a job in a CEO company, Apple. He loves electronics, and loves to fiddle, and create something. His job paid well, he go me into a school, I did well, I think. I made friends, got good grades, and tried helping people.

I also had a fair share of boyfriends, each ending in either heartbreak or friendship.

I'd say, Brooklyn was perfect, 

We stayed in Brooklyn for a 2 more years, before the police wanted to talk with us again. They showed us a group of men, the same group of men that haunted my nightmares for years. They asked us if they were the killers, my brother didn't know, he was blinded by the smoke when I was being whipped. I nodded obviously, and the court sentences the group of men to death. Apparently if you murder in New York, you get killed. I guess its only fair. But they deserved far worse than a simple death.

My brother argued that they shouldn't be killed right away. So the men were in prison for a year before they were killed.

Invite the unenviable, strange right? The police invited me on my eighteenth birthday to see this case, with a boy whom had been causing trouble for years, they didn't know what to do with him, they thought 'why not throw him in jail?'.

I argued with them for days about that, it wasn't fair that you judge someone without understanding the truth. So I asked them if I could have a change to talk to the boy.

They refused, I didn't have a plan to back me up.

But eventually I did. My brother and I created the Letters project, a way to get to know people whom have been accused to things, to understand them, and to help them.

I saved someone, I saved a woman who the cops thought murdered her own husband.

It wasn't her though. It was her sister.

The woman was just to scared to say it to someone's face, but my brother and I cleared an innocent woman's slate, we saved her.

Eventually the case of the boy came up, and the cops thought that this project would help.

I'm not sure if it is, or if it isn't.

I hope it is, because I love talking to someone who has a strong reason towards hating and rebelling.

It evens things out in life, I guess.

You know who that boy is, right?

If not then Lo, you're an idiot.

That boy is you.

Blanca xx

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so you guys know much more about the entire project and Blanca's life! :D yay! :p

Now for the important shit. lol :p

Dedicated to spilspider because she made me almost have a fangirl heart attack three times. One, because her story is the definition of perfect, two, she left. Three, she's back and I swear to god when I woke up I was thinking about the book xD idk why :p

Dude, don't ever leave us again, we'll understand if you have to be on long hiatus' just don't delete the account, please :p

tell me what you think! :D

Mack