Trash: A Collection of Stories

Chapter 6

Nov 12, xx10

Dear Laxus,

I guess you are mad at me, but it's understandable. I went and disappeared out of nowhere, leaving you with no explanation. I'm sorry for being so selfish, I'm an idiot and should have said something. If I could have stopped by the house before I woke up here, I would have.

Please, Laxus, you should have gotten all the letters by now and if you were to write back, I would have it. I know, I'm self centered and not the smartest fish in the sea, but I could really use someone outside of this house to talk to. And about anything, tell me I'm too young to make such big decisions like this. Tell me I'm a pest, that I should get my head on straight and take responsibility for my actions.

But, at the same time, tell me it's ok, and that I will find someway home, the boys will get bored of this place and want to go back to their own houses. When I return, you guys will welcome me with open arms and tell me I am in big trouble, but you are glad I'm finally home.

It feels like I'm writing to myself, and I need someone to talk to. It seems like I'm being over dramatic, but I don't like it here, talking to someone I'm close with would be so great right now. Tensions are slightly rising, not extremely noticeable, but I can tell Josh is mad about something. Everytime he comes home from work, he's always slamming the doors and grunting. He's kind of scary when he gets like this, but Jeffery calms him down and when Miles gets home, they all just drink. I don't know, I thought this would be a lot different than it is. But seriously, I really could use the reassurance that someone out there is listening to me.

I'm sorry, please respond.

Sincerely,

Mira