22 Muffin Road
London
13th February 2016
Dear Mr Sheehan,
Since the address above is fake, I assume I can call you Mark. There is no way in which you can reply to this letter, so I will try not to ask any questions. I don't like leaving things unanswered. I'm not going to tell you my real name either. For now, you can call me Anna. Just for the fear of you telling anyone my story, telling them what I have done. But I am sure you'll understand. You did the same thing a few years back, and believe me when I say Mr Power deserved what came to him. Nobody should have an affair with his best friends wife and live. And I understand why you killed your wife, but what I don't really understand is why you murdered Danny aswell. Maybe we'll meet one day soon and you can explain that to me. One day soon. Yes, if anyone finds out what I've done I'd be thrown into a cell this very second. No court case, no nothing. Sorry, naming your songs isn't going to help you, I was a fan. A huge fan at that. Came to see you twice a year, but never met you. I don't know why I'm writing to you. It's your fault my heart broke when my only reason to live was broken. But I'm no better, as you'll find out as my story unfolds. But for now I'll probably only write to you when my guilty consciousness gets the better of me. The nights I can't fall asleep, no matter how many sheep jump over the fence. Those nights I'll be sat in this very cold basement, writing these letters to you, telling you my story. And maybe they'll help you aswell as me. You can't have many friends in prison. Well not the one you're in anyway. I can't imagine you all calling greetings to each other. Well that'll be all for tonight, I have to get back inside and feed the dog. He'll be getting hungry.
From,
Anna
A/N I've been reading ketchup clouds recently, so I thought it'd make quite a god idea for a fan fic :) The updates on this will probably be slow because of the other fics I'm writing :)
