Dear Mark,
First of all, what the hell? You should have known you wouldn't be able to escape that place. You should have known it'd just get you into more trouble. Beating those people senseless because they gave you one less slice of bread? What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? Just really, I don't understand you sometimes. Actually, I don't understand you at all. Does anyone? You had everything, you had the world Mark. I just don't understand why you threw it away without a second thought, like it was worthless to you. Just please tell me it wasn't you that did any of it. Tell me you were framed or something, because I don't even know who it is I'm writing too anymore.
You tried to claim you were mad, didn't you? But they found nothing wrong with you at all. The reports say you were perfectly sane at the time. Ha. Not anymore by the sounds of things. Maybe someone forced you to do all of this, or maybe you'd just had enough of listening to the law. Either way, you have a lot of enemies in the world Mark. People who'd happily watch you die. I'm not one of them. So at least you know there's one person out there who still loves you. You just don't know who it is. Not properly, anyway. Here, I'll give you a clue. My name begins with M. So yeah. I'll still be Anna, but now you're closer to knowing me. Isn't that just brilliant? Note the sarcasm.
I suppose you could say Jack was quite mad when he saw me with Dylan again. Well, his face was bright red, I assumed he was angry. And he punched Dylan in the face. Quite a number of times actually, until me and Clary managed to pull him away from his bloodied face. Jack made a grab for Billy, but Mark, I'm not that slow, so of course I managed to get him away. I basically just described about an hour in a few sentences. Huh. I should do that more often. It'd,make the full story a lot shorter. Anyway, where was I.
I managed to get Billy away from him, and the four of us managed to sprint into the house, slamming our backs against the door to keep it upright. But we forgot the windows were smashed. I can't say I didn't scream when Jack's arm appeared through the gap in the wall. I swear, it was like that bit from The Shining. Like literally, he just poked his face through. I really expected him to say 'Here's Jack!', but he didn't. Thank goodness. I'm waffling aren't I? I better stop doing that now. So yes, Jack climbed through the window. And then Dylan smacked him with a chair. It all sounds quite comical, but believe me, it wasn't.
The chair got thrown across the room, and broke with quite a loud snap, so Billy started crying. A lot. And that's when I turned my back to them. I can't quite tell you what went on, because Clary isn't speaking to me anymore, so I can't ask her. I can't tell you who punched who, because I was up and running, far away from everyone I knew. I just picked Billy up and ran. Nobody called after me, so I assumed they didn't care. I didn't stop running until I fell over the tree root and realised I had no idea where I actually was.
My phone had no signal, so it wasn't like I could call anyone for help. Why would I anyway? They were probably beating the life out of each other while I was stood there, freezing cold in the sudden downpour of rain. So I ran around abit, trying to keep both myself and Billy warm, and accidently found my way to a main road. And that's when I realised where I was. About a ten minute walk from my Uncle's house. So that's the direction I set off in, knowing he'd be able to sort this situation out for me.
So I found myself cautiously knocking on his front door a while later. I was worried he wouldn't recognise me, it had been 15 years since he'd last seen me. As soon as he opened the door, I could see he was drunk, and that scared me. My dad had told me he'd never drunk in his life, he didn't believe in alcohol. But there he was, swaying weakly in front of me.
"Anna?" He slurred, "You sure have grown little mite!"
He laughed crazily at his own words and pulled me into a tight hug, almost crushing Billy in the process. I pulled away quickly and pushed him away from me.
"You're drunk, Uncle Bill. I thought you didn't drink."
"That was before your no good father stole my wife." He growled angrily.
"What?"
"Don't you wonder why your parents argue? He had an affair with my wife didn't he!? Sent her packing as soon as I found out!"
I sighed and pushed past him, tugging on his sleeve and leading him through doors until I found his kitchen.
"Come on, let's get some water down you. Try to sober you up a bit, yeah?"
After a while, when his thoughts started to become more logical, he saw Billy sat on my lap.
"Is that...?"
"Billy? Yes."
"So that's why you were kicked out?"
I nodded slowly.
"You could have stayed here you know. I would have looked after you."
I smiled gratefully, nodding again.
"Anyway, you obviously came to talk to me. What do you need?"
He was answered by a knock on the door. I could hear Jack angrily shouting at someone, and then the person at the door shouting back. Dylan.
"Actually, I think they've just arrived. Uncle Bill, I'd like you to meet the two men I may or may not love."
And with that, the door was thrown open, and two very angry faces rounded the corner.
Well that's all for tonight Mark. It's late and we're up early tomorrow. It'll have been a year since Jack died. Apparently we have to show up to this 'memorial service'. It'd be a bit suspicious if we didn't, I suppose. Even though we've never met, I feel like you're the best friend I've ever had. And slowly, I'm going to figure out what goes on inside that head of yours. I'm going to find out how your mind works. That's a promise. It'd probably be easier if you just told me, but not now. At the end. When you know what happened. At the end of my story, you can tell me yours. In all honesty, I'm really intrigued.
Until next time,
Anna
