Trash: A Collection of Stories

Letters to Laxus Chapter 1

Date started/stopped: May 22nd- Jul 1st 2017

Oct 23, xx10

Dear Laxus,

Jeffrey, Josh, and Miles left for a few hours, leaving me locked in this trashy crack house. All the doors are chained and secured by one of those bulky pad locks, and the windows have metal bars over them. There is a window in the basement, but it's sealed shut, if I made the effort to break the glass, I wouldn't have been able to fit through either way. I'm literally trapped here.

It's not that bad, though, the boys have been treating me like a goddess, saying they couldn't live without me. They said they only wanted to hang out with me for the week, apparently when I was drunk the other night, we had all agreed on staying here for the week. I don't know why we chose this dump of a house, though. Miles says this one story, two bedroom house, was the only thing he could afford, it was his uncles before he passed away, his aunt is renting it to him.

Anyways, enough about me. How have you been? I know, it's out of the ordinary for me to write to you, but Josh confiscated my phone, saying this was an electronic free vacation. This whole time I've been sitting in front of this old tube tv that gets one channel, soap operas, on this ratty, stained, crusty couch. The soap operas don't interest me much, and it doesn't help that I have a constant headache. I think I have one because every inch of this house has a strong, overpowering smell of weed, and you must be rolling your eyes reading this, seeing as though I've smoked enough weed to be as high as the clouds. Still, though, this is like it's set into my skin, I haven't taken a shower since we got here and, again, I can't open any windows or doors to air out the place.

I'm sorry for complaining so much, I should be boasting that I'm on vacation, at the very least, I mean, the orphanage never has enough money for us to do anything, so this is definitely a new experience. Not the type of experience that I was expecting, but still, it's ok.

Jeffrey is expecting me to have the house as cleaned up as I possibly can make it by time they get back with their friends, so I better get to work on this dump.

Sincerely,

Mira