Trash: A Collection of Stories

Chapter 8

Nov 24, xx10

Dear Laxus,

Happy Thanksgiving! I know you are busy around the home this time of year, but if you have a time to shoot me a letter, please do!

Especially soon, all three of the boys went to their families for the holidays, and they forgot to restock our food supply. All that I have to eat for the next three days is half a tube of stale crackers, a handful of cereal, a bruised apple, and a spoonful of peanut butter. Anything to keep me from thinking about my aching stomach would be great.

I remember last year when we had our own little thanksgiving, just the two of us. We stayed up until midnight thanksgiving eve and ate Twinkie's and off brand Cheetos. I couldn't stop laughing at you because every time you smiled, your teeth would be orange, and then you would proceed to try and lick me with your orange tongue! It didn't help that we also downed a two litter of Dr. Pepper, we didn't sleep at all that night, and Makarov was so mad when we would doze of during the actual dinner. It would have been so great if we could do that again this year, but I guess we will just have to plan for next year.

Oh, don't forget to tell Elfman to stay away from the gravy, he got so sick from it last year, I still cringe when I think back. But either way, I would rather live through that again, just to be with you guys, than to be here alone.

I know I'm just complaining more, but I feel more tired as the days pass, my headaches are becoming more intense and I'm loosing weight. It's only been a month, but looking in the mirror, my shirt is baggy and my jeans don't stay on my hips. I hate this, I want to go home, Laxus, please come get me. Please take me home, I'm sorry I'm a mess up, but I'm begging you, please come pick me up.

Please, I'm so hungry and dirty and I want out of here. I'm so scared. Write back.

Sincerely,

Mira